#resident evil village the duke's kitchen

[taitiii]

Afterexplosive snack.

Ethan Winters & The duke. Resident evil Village.

[queensoybean0724]

Cleaning Up (Karl Heisenberg/female reader one-shot) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Here’s a Heisenberg/f!reader shower sex one-shot requested by an anon!  I hope y'all enjoy it!

Title: Cleaning Up

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, mentions of the Duke and Mother Miranda

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (shower sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, blowjob, doggystyle, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up kids*)

Word Count: 2493

Summary: Heisenberg has been working constantly and you have figured out a way to get him to take a much needed shower...

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters based on Capcom’s Resident Evil Village video game.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything resembling anyone, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Gentle scribbling met your ears when you entered Heisenberg’s living quarters.  The smell of old, burnt coffee greeted your nose, a small pot cooling on the stove.  The bed sat on the far side of the room, messy and unmade.  Echoes of rattling chains, rhythmic alarms, and clanging metal sounded off in the distance…a noise you had grown accustomed to day in and day out.

Heisenberg sat at the dining table, hunched over a few pieces of blueprint drawings.  The man had worked tirelessly for the past couple of days.  Ideas for the soldats in his lab continued to flow through his brain and once he thought of them, he scrambled to write notes and draw illustrations so as not to forget them.

You let out a breath as you walked up behind him, leaned over, and laid a gentle kiss to the top of his head.  “The Duke said hello,” you said, placing a small bag of supplies next to his papers, “he also said that your special order should be in by next week.”

“Mmmm…” Heisenberg mumbled, turning his pencil over to erase and revise something he just wrote.  Your hands went to his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles.  Looking at the pages of papers on the table, you squint your eyes, trying to make out the illustrations.  Heisenberg jotted his notes down in German, just in case they fell into the wrong hands…the wrong hands being Mother Miranda.

As your thumbs kneaded up and down the nape of his neck, the scent of oil, sweat, and BO wafted up your nostrils.  Usually, it didn’t bother you…he smelled like a man and in most instances, it turned you on.  But with Heisenberg working nonstop the last two days, he hadn’t done his usual routines, showering being one of them.

“Why don’t you take a break and hop in the shower?” you asked as you went to the stove and poured the small remainder of coffee down the kitchen sink.

“You trying to tell me something?” Heisenberg shot back, still keeping his focus on the pages before him.

“Yeah, you stink,” you replied, putting the pot in the sink and turning towards him, “you also need to rest and get a full night of sleep.  I spent the majority of this week sleeping alone while you caught a few hours of shut eye a night on the cot in your lab…”

“I’m on the brink of a breakthrough, I know it!” he said, putting the pencil down and sifting through the small pile of pages to the left of him.

An inkling of a breakthrough of your own slipped into your mind.  With a smirk, you quietly toed off your shoes and pulled off your socks.  Heisenberg continued with his work, unaware of what you were doing behind him.  You pulled your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor.  The jeans came next, you pushing them down your legs and pulling them off your feet.  Standing in your bra and panties, you reached behind you for the clasp at your back.

“Okay…” you murmured softly as you stepped closer to him, letting the bra fall down your arms, “I guess I’ll have to shower alone…”  And with that, you tossed your bra onto the table beside him.

You made your way towards the walk-in shower, unaware that you captured Heisenberg’s full attention.  One look at your bra made his head turn lightning quick.  His eyes looked you up and down as you opened the shower door and leaned in to turn on the faucet.  His tongue slid over his lips as you waited until the water was at the desired temperature.  The arousal inside him increased, his cock stiffening in his pants as he watched you hook your fingers into your panties, pushing them down your legs.  By the time you stepped into the shower, his will power broke.

“Aww, god dammit…” he growled, standing up straight, the chair moving back noisily.  You giggled as the water pelted your skin, turning to look back at him.  He let his trenchcoat fall to the chair before ripping off his sunglasses and the three trinkets that hung from his neck.  You tilted your head back, closing your eyes as the water drenched your hair.  A gruff curse from Heisenberg made you open your eyes.  His fingers struggled to remove the contraption that was clasped around his left thigh.  You pressed your lips together to keep from giggling.  Seeing him getting flustered and impatient in order to get to you made you smile.  He never could resist an opportunity to get his hands on your body.

Once it was removed and dropped on the table, he quickly ripped off his buttoned shirt and undershirt.  His eyes fused with yours as he pulled his boots and socks off, going for his belt next.

“I thought you were too busy with work to shower…” you teased, your hands moving up to your breasts, your fingers circling your nipples.

He clenched his jaw, growling low in his throat as he undid his belt and shoved his pants down his legs.  “Oh, you’re gonna get it, sweetheart…” he promised.  Once he was rid of all of his clothing, he stomped towards you, entered the shower, and closed the door behind him.

A whimper escaped your mouth as one of Heisenberg’s hands gripped the back of your head, his other hand pressed to your lower back.  The front of your body melded to his as he leaned forward to kiss you.  Your arms wrapped around his body, digging your fingers into his back.  He moaned against your lips as his tongue pushed into your mouth.  Your body churned with arousal, your pussy getting wet.  Heisenberg’s teeth sunk into your lower lip, sucking on it forcefully, which caused you to whimper again helplessly.

“Karl…” you begged, parting your thighs and pulling him tighter against you.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked, moving you backwards and pressing you against the wall.  The sudden shock of cold tile against your skin made you suck in a shocked breath, your eyes flying open.  Heisenberg wasted no time, swiftly pushing his thigh between your legs, trapping your hips in place.  

“It feels good, doesn’t it, my love?” he purred, pushing his thigh upwards against your cunt.  You looked up at him as your mouth dropped open, a wordless moan echoing in the shower.  You arched your back, hands moving down to his ass, desperate for more contact.

“Oh fuck…” you sighed, grinding against him, “...Karl…oohhhh fuck, Karl…”

He smiled and laughed as your movements became frantic and wild.  All of this to get him to shower, unaware that he would quickly turn the tables on you.

Heisenberg pulled his leg from between yours.  Just as you were about to cry out in protest, you watched as he sank down to one knee before you and lifted your leg to drape it over his shoulder.  “You want me to shower, huh?  Well, first, I want to fuck you until I’m fully sated…then you can wash me…”

“You really expect me to wash yo…” you started before Heisenberg’s tongue slid between your pussy lips.  A sudden sharp cry of euphoria slipped from your lips as he licked around your clit, pushing down to your opening and back again.  The water that rolled down your front mixed with your juices and Heisenberg slurped both into his mouth, swallowing it down.

You pushed your hips forward, spreading your thighs, and bucked against his face.  His mouth was a force of nature.  Every time he went down on you, he was like a man possessed, his tongue urgent and intense. One hand gripped your leg on his shoulder as the other reached around to squeeze your ass.

“Karl…don’t stop…keep licking my clit…oh god please…fuck…” you begged, looking down at him.  His eyes looked up at your face, never leaving your gaze.  You watched as his tongue flicked crazily at your clit, tickling and slurping in a way that looked borderline obscene.  Just watching him work was enough to make you cum.

Once your hands went to the back of his head, he knew you were seconds away.  He let you move and gyrate, loving the feel of your fingers simultaneously digging into his scalp and pulling his hair.  “Karl…oh fuck…I’m close…I wanna cum on your tongue…”

He grinned and moaned in agreement as his lips closed over your clit.  You tilted your head back against the tile wall, riding his face, screaming and crying out in ecstasy as the hot water rolled down your body and onto his.

“OH GOD DAMMIT, KARL, I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING RIGHT NOW PLEASE…” and with one last shout, your orgasm pulsed through your entire body.  Heisenberg’s muffled laugh vibrated against your clit, giving your orgasm more intensity.  You trembled as your body bowed forward, still riding the enormous sensations.  Heisenberg pressed his hand against your pussy as he stood up, letting you fall against him.

“I’ve got you, doll,” he whispered against your ear, keeping his hand on you as you rode out the last of your release.  You bucked and writhed, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

“Karl…oh fuck…that was so good…” you moaned, kissing from his shoulder to his neck, your tongue licking the water from his skin.  Heisenberg grunted at the feel of your lips and tongue, both hands moving around your body, rubbing up and down your back.

“Now…” he murmured, “let me push my cock…”

Before he could finish, you slid down his body and kneeled before him.

“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart,” he started to protest, “I meant in your cunt, not your mouth…although I do appreciate your enthusiasm…”

You giggled as you looked up at his face before focusing on his hard cock.  “But I want to,” you purred, wrapping your hand around the base, “let me tease you for a bit before you fuck me…”

Heisenberg’s eyes glazed over as a low rumble started in his throat.  “Ooohhhhh darling…”

Whatever words he was about to direct at you were long gone as you extended your tongue and, starting at the base, licking a slow line up to the head.  

“Mmmmmm goddamn…” he grunted, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.  The water that pelted his shoulder slid down the front of him.  A few rivers of water cascaded down the length of his prick and fell into your mouth, which you swallowed.  You closed your eyes and moaned as you took the head past your lips and began to slurp softly.

“Y/N…” Heisenberg growled, “...that mouth…that unbelievable mouth of yours…oh fuck…”

Your eyes opened and you looked up at him.  One hand went to your hair, holding your head as he slowly thrust his hips against your face.  The other pressed to the glass of the walk-in shower.  With the steam fogging up the glass, his hand left behind a print that made this little trick to get him to shower all the more erotic.

His eyes opened and looked down at you as your mouth bobbed up and down on his dick.  His chest started to rise and fall quickly, arousal brewing in his stomach.  You looked positively sinful on your knees before him, pleasing him with your breathless moans that stirred him to his core.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N…” Heisenberg warned, “...stand up so I can cum inside of you…”

You obeyed his command and just as you got to your feet, he whirled you around and bent you over.  Your hands connected to the tile wall, palms pressed flat.  “Karl?” your moan coming out like a question.

His right hand slowly jerked his cock as his left hand gripped your hip, aligning with your ass.  “Arch your back, darling,” he instructed, sliding the head of his cock against your pussy, “just like that…oh…such a good girl…”  

Your eyes widened and your moan echoed in the shower as Heisenberg’s length pushed inside of you.  The feel of him plunging past your G-spot made you see stars.  He didn’t stop, continuing to move deeper, deeper, tunneling inside of your tight cunt.

“This snug little pussy of mine is gonna drain my balls dry,” he grunted, finally stopping once he was fully sheathed inside of you.  Biting on your lower lip, you pulsed your walls around him, clenching and unclenching rhythmically.

Heisenberg couldn’t hold himself off any longer.  With both hands on your hips, he started to thrust.  The shower was spraying your back as his hard pumps made droplets fly against the tile and the glass walls.  He grunted and cursed as your soft, wet skin slapped against his own.

“Karl…” you pleaded, looking over your shoulder at him, “...fuck, Karl…keep going…please…keep fucking me…oh fuck it feels so good!!”

His hips increased in tempo, moving in and out, stoking the arousal deep in you.  “I’m gonna make you cum again…cum fluttering on my cock…I want you screaming my name, Y/N…don’t ever forget who you belong to…”

His hands moved around to the front of your body, both hands moving to your breasts.  Pressing his front to your back, he kissed and licked your wet skin, his fingers pinching your nipples.  “Oh fuck, Karl!  Yes!!  Please…oh god…oh my god, Karl…”

Heisenberg licked up your back and leaned over to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver.  “Cum, sweetheart…cum for me…”  One hand stayed on your breast as the other moved down your stomach and between your legs, finding your clit swollen and achy.  He grunted in your ear as he started rubbing you hard.

“Fuck…fuck…Karl…please…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…OH KARL FUCK….KKKAAARRRRLLLL!!!!”

Your pussy pulsed and fluttered as your orgasm exploded around him, your juices quenching him.  Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body convulsed, your hands sliding down the tile wall.

“There’s my girl…” Heisenberg grunted with each slap of his groin against your ass, “...my…good…fucking…girl…OOOHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKK!”

He came with his mouth pressed to your shoulder, shivers coursing through his limbs as wave after wave of his release shook his body.  Your head hung low, water dripping from your hair and around your face to the bottom of the shower, swirling down the drain.  Panting, you waited until Heisenberg started to move.  With a heaving grunt, he slowly pulled himself out of you.

“Fuck, Karl…” you marveled as you stood up straight, turning to face him, “...I think every shower should be taken together from here on out…”

He chuckled as he reached for a washcloth and a bar of soap.  “I couldn’t agree more…but, you know, as a way to conserve water.  We must be ecologically responsible after all…”

You playfully slapped his arm and he roared with laughter.  Taking the cloth and soap from his hands, you worked them into a lather.  “Okay, smartass…turn around…let me wash your back first…”

[yanderecandystore]

Could you please do a fanfic for a male version of Yandere! Lady Dimitrescu (from Resident Evil Village game) with the reader.

I really like the Resident Evil franchise but I'm too lazy to know what the hell is happening in the older games XD I'm so sorry about that-

I loved watching playthroughs of Resident Evil Village (can't buy the game ;-;), but I felt like it was a bit empty, idk- I felt like the lords weren't really explored enough.

Also the Duke is the best husbando in the whole game- Fight me! >:3

TW/Tags: GN = Gender Neutral, I normally forget to properly name it when it's gender neutral, most of the time I just say "reader" // maybe ooc // lazy genderbent, I'm terrible with names // size difference // servant reader // mentions of gore/cuts/bruises/blood and deaths (and torture- I'm so sorry-) // reader gets hurt // mentions of vomiting

It's Dinner Already [Yandere!M!Dimitrescu x GN!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

It's dinner time already, unfortunately for you, of course.

It feels almost like a routine at this point- Which in a way, it is! You always take care of your tasks during the day, while dreading the inevitable time for dinner to arrive again.

Everyday, at this exact same hour, you and the other servants would prepare a meal for Lord Dimitrescu and his lovely… Sons…

As someone who has started "working" for their family only a month ago, you can positively say: Starving in the cold woods next to your village would have probably been a more merciful death than the ones you have witnessed at this place. You weren't as accustomed to such brutal executions at your village, actually you hardly even witnessed so much death, at least not so up close.

When you came here, you didn't expect to be instantly comforted and treated with respect- You were a commoner looking for an possibility to thrive in a noble's house, you were basically an easy target for any entitled selfish lord to easily belittle you and make you work for them until your hands would turn to dust. Yet nothing could have prepared you for such an odd situation.

Vampires. Monsters. Fiends if you were bold enough to insult them. You weren't exactly welcomed as much as you were snatched in and now forever trapped inside this castle. You can still hear their laughter… Their insane expressions of pure glee, the way they have bursted into maliciously laughing at your pain as you screamed for help trying to open up their door again and be free from that nightmare.

The chase didn't last even a second, they stabbed your legs with their scythes and brought you deeper inside this hellhole, as you cried your eyeballs out. The sons had brought you back inside so their father could take a look at the "intruder".

An absolute titan amongst the mortals. His height was only a sick reminder of how much power he had over the castle, over his sons, and now- Over you.

He may not have been as massive as he was threatening as you remind him to be, but at the time you were just in awe of his height considering you have never seen someone as tall and as mighty.

Then again- You have never seen vampires as well. Were they the same vampires as the books you've read as a kid? You weren't so sure of it…

You were hoping that if you begged for life and for forgiveness for having disturbed their peace, that they could spare you and let you go back to your village. Sadly enough, you commented on how you were only trying to look for a job as a servant.

You probably shouldn't have given them ideas, but it's too late to think about your mistakes now, however.

The sons begged to see your blood spilled, yet Lord Dimitrescu was merciful enough to grant you your "wish", as he said.

It has been a month ever since you were trapped inside and forced to work as a miserable little servant, and even if you didn't suffer the worst forms of punishments that they had in-store for you, you couldn't help but fantasize about just running away and never turning back.

You're so tired of this castle, of the smell of carnage, of the undeserved and over the top punishments, and especially of the people who would subjugate you to such things.

But at last, it's dinner time already, and you can't keep them waiting.

You feel your hands shaking as you walk out of the kitchen and into the dining room where the masters of the castle were so graciously waiting for you. You know what they're waiting for- But you can't let them distract you, for those that commit accidents are faced with fates worse than death.

Although you would rather do this process quickly, you can't afford mistakes to happen, so you take your time to set not only their meal in front of each one but to also pour "wine" into their glasses. You do all of this without looking directly into their eyes, only bowing down to each one and saying "excuse me"s in what they would call a "decent tone", as the smell of their disgusting beverage starts to irritate your nostrils. If you didn't know the main ingredient to Sanguis Virgins is, you probably wouldn't have this immense disgust over it, but right now just the thought of it makes you want to gag.

Only villains could so easily drink blood, and still make a living out of it.

Your internal thoughts of pure hatred against this whole situation almost completely blinded you to the fact that they were eerily, very quiet.

….

On most nights they would be talking with each other while occasionally making comments about you or your presence. Obviously they were all pretty nasty comments that they somehow expected you to back it up in some way or another, it's when they try to insert you into their conversation that makes you hate this occasion so badly, but it normally ends as quickly as it begins.

But as you are pouring wine to Lord's Dimitrescu, you notice that they haven't said a single thing while you were there. You stop what you're doing as you realize that they were silently observing you this whole time, and as you look into their expressions you come to think that maybe you have messed up-

Somehow, in some way or form, you may have messed up- And the fact this mistake could cost your head only agitates your already very worried mind.

….

A small moment of silence continues before the middle son, Cassandro, starts to chuckle in an almost innocent way- As if he was a kid who just said a bad word for the first time- And as he bursts into sudden laughter, Daniel leans towards Bello and loudly whispers:

"- I told you, they do this every time." To which Bello only replied with:

"- It's almost like hypnosis in a way."

The three sons were mesmerized by your ability to trap yourself in your own mind. They're probably aware that you do this as a defensive mechanism but they still find it comical in a weird way. You feel yourself get more tense as you look up at Lord Dimitrescu and see him staring back at you, with an unreadable expression across his face.

Before you could come up with an excuse to whatever you may have caused to disturb their dinner, the Lord himself spoke.

"- How inappropriate. As my sons, you three should know better than to laugh at our servant's airheaded mind-"

And as he said that, their smiles begin to disappear and be replaced with frowns and a bit of shame as they become stiff at their father's words.

"- And how inappropriate of you, too. To be so distracted in the presence of your masters, that's quite rude don't you think?"

But as he continued their bodies begin to relax once again as they realize he wasn't focusing on them- He was focusing on you.

Words have completely disappeared from your vocabulary as you start to think that maybe you won't be able to see another day after their meal is over. You try to mumble some possible responses before getting interrupted by him once again.

"- It's very rude, so very rude in fact that I think we deserve some answers. What were you so distracted about? What were you thinking that could have possibly taken over your small little head?"

Right now, he was sounding a bit condescending, thankfully not as angry as he would have been with the other servants right about now. Every little mistake was used as excuses for punishments- And if you were walking on thin ice before, right now you are one-step closer to breaking this entire lake and getting yourself killed by the freezing temperatures of the water below you.

Thanks to your luck (or maybe lack thereof, depending on how you see this) Daniel came to "your rescue" by coming up with an excuse for you.

"- Maybe they were hungry." He said without any indications of it being a joke or a lie- As the youngest yet craziest of the bunch, he always had that weird "naive yet dangerous" energy coming from him. He was naive enough to make that statement when it's very clear that you actually despise being near them, but he still was a son of Dimitrescu.

You know better than to underestimate any of these people.

The Lord didn't seem completely convinced as he side eyed Daniel who was blissfully eating his meal without acknowledging his dad's glance or his brother's looks of disapproval.

Without a warning you were pulled closer by your wrist and forced into sitting next to the Lord, who made a sign for another servant to bring you your food. This… Doesn't feel right at all, you're waiting for the worst to come yet you don't feel like you can ever prepare yourself enough for what they have in store.

"- M-My Lord- This isn't needed, I'm fine. I'll just continue my duties, if you can excuse me-" You plead, while trying to get up from your chair.

"- Oh but what host would I be if I didn't take better care of my guests? Poor thing, you must be starving if you can barely serve us wine-" And as his tone gets progressively more sarcastic and a bit louder, you can hear his sons snickering from the other side of the table, but you can't see them since you can't take your eyes away from him.

You're worried that if you look away for just one second, that you may not be able to see ever again.

"- It's so sad when one of our guests feels hungry- What's worse is when we are also very, very hungry."

"- Thirsty, even!"

"- Oh, I can feel my throat drying just at the thought of such misery!- Our dinner seems to be ruined."

You hear their whispers, you hear how they are clearly joking about this- How overly dramatic they're being over something so miniscule as you just- Ignoring them.

Let me remind you this is all because you refuse to look them in the eyes, that you refuse to give them any satisfaction for the heinous things they have done! You've seen so many people get hurt inside this castle only for their sick and twisted thirst and entertainment.

"- Indeed, my boys. My appetite is ruined, though dinner is not over yet-" Lord Dimitrescu spoke as he looked at his sons clearly enjoying your inevitable pain, but before he could continue he turns himself to you again, putting a hand on your arm and saying:

"- Wouldn't you agree?" Loud enough so that his sons could hear it, but soft enough to send the tiniest shivers down your spine.

"- …!"

"- No, no- Please, not again!-" He wouldn't dare do this, would he??

But before you could react he had already done it, you barely noticed how fast he had grabbed that knife to slice your wrist- His hand firmly gripping your arm as he made a deep enough cut so that your blood could be easier to access.

It somehow hurts just as badly as the first time his sons have stabbed your ankles and dragged you across the floor- At least you're not bumping into things like before, and even if it's a deep cut it's not as big as it could be if he used his claws to actually do this.

Oh, oh those claws- You almost thought he would use them on you… Those were something else. You can't remember exactly what happened, and why it happened, but you remember seeing him use those on another servant who may have crossed the line at some point.

Well "crossed the line"- More like "casually inconvenienced him". Lord Alcino may act like an incredibly high noble but he acts so childishly and in such an egotistical manner that you are surprised he can even have a castle like this in the first place! You don't remember what the servant has done to be so cruelly dismantled, but you don't doubt that it was for a stupid reason!

You miss that servant actually- Probably the only person who you actually talked with, and the first one to actually taught you how to do your job… You two could have been friends if he didn't intervene.

You briefly remember those moments before getting to experience the most weird sensation of all- Having your bloody cut be licked and sucked on. It hurts and it stings in a way that not only makes you want to cry but to also gag at the thought of you feeding this monster.

You refuse to look at him even in this scenario, you refuse to see him feeding off your blood… Sometimes you wish you were just as poisonous as some species of frogs, poisonous enough to make his mouth burn so he can experience a fraction of the pain he causes to others.

You tried fleeting away, you tried getting up and moving away but his grip on your arm only helped you in getting closer to him- You have your eyes closed as your only option is to cry and muffle your agony.

But as always, he is not satisfied with you just ignoring him. This was supposed to be a lesson, yet you're clearly avoiding your teacher as best as you can- But not today, little flower, you're not getting out of this so easily.

This is the first time he ever got to really taste your blood, as normally you would be behind the other servants while trying to learn how to please him, the only moments where he gets to see you is when it's dinner time, but oh- You're just so cruel!

Escaping inside your own little head while he has to content himself with just your image. Your presence is very much appreciated around this hour, little one-

He has noticed this before, of course, but it was only when he noticed his son's curiosity over the way you behave around them that made him organize this little trap. He didn't have everything planned actually, his plan only involved getting to this moment no matter what- And oh boy, has luck been on his side!

Your blood tastes better than expected of a commoner, your delicate and fearful whines of pain are just as delightful but what really gets him is this tough persona you try to convince everyone you have- You despise him, and it's clear to see why- But he knows his charms will probably work on you one way or the other.

He gripped your face trying to make sure you'll get to him in the eyes as he has a taste of you. Absolutely delicious, especially after you so gracefully "ruined" their dinner.

His sons were just watching as they continued to drink from their crimson glasses. They were just enjoying the show, as everything seems to easily amuse them- Their father was just showcasing how they were so much better than the common folk, and they have no other option but to take notes and to remember what they have to do if they ever feel ignored by the servants in the castle: Show who are the true masters of this place.

None of them were really interested in drinking from you, considering how all three seemed to recognize how their father has taken a liking towards you. No one would dare mess with their father's prey.

If you had enough strength in you, you would start vomiting as soon as this has started, but the more he takes from you the more you feel like you can barely stay conscious.

He wasn't supposed to take so much, at least not so soon- He wanted to just take a sip but he can't deny the fact he would rather drown himself in your blood than to let go.

He sighs, as he notices that you're slowly getting less and less aggressive, getting more and more tired as he drains you from this cut.

You're not unconscious yet, just barely stable enough to understand what's going on.

"- Sigh… Now that was a decent enough meal." He can't praise you for being tasty, can't have you being cocky around him.

"- Here, since I'm done here I'll take you to the servant's living quarters- And because I'm so kind I'll make sure that wound is safely secured and cleaned, so here- Come along now."

And as he stood up he offered you his hand so you could get up yourself, but you don't have enough energy to walk yourself to your room, thankfully you're already ready to go to bed and wish to never wake up again.

And as the nightmare never ends, he decides that if you are going to be difficult then you leave him no choice but to carry you there. How much has he taken from you?? Jesus, he should learn some self-control before doing this again- The absolute brute that he is.

Your vision may be a little screwed over because of the lack of red cells running through your body at the moment- But you have a weird feeling that you two aren't heading towards the servant's living quarters, as you feel like you two are quite literally going in the opposite direction.

Oh but it's fine- Right?

It'll be fine. Surely. After all, he already took what he wanted from you, and he doesn't seem to need more so- You probably won't have to worry about anything right now, dinner time is already over, you can finally relax now….

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

So I'm sick again- Sorry y'all, I just have a horrible immune system and I really don't understand what is wrong with me-

I'm sorry if you didn't like this boo :(

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Wounded Love Pt. 2 (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T? Maybe? Almost the exact opposite of the first one. Language, minor violence Genre: Fluff, mainly, with admittedly a little bit of humor? I blame my lack of sleep. And my adhd. Warnings: Implied cannibalism adjacent activities because guess what honey, this is a fucked up family, what do you expect of me??? Sure, they have breakfast in this, there's cute stuff, but c'mon, they don't eat flowers and oatmeal! Notes: Doubt it needs to be said, but this is a sequel to the good ending of part one. Also Cass has one line in this that might be OOC, or seem oddly placed, but admittedly this chapter is also loosely based on a dream I had, and I couldn't not include the few direct quotations I remembered, and she seemed the most likely to say the line. And yes, there will be a part 3, because I am weak and also kind of maybe made this one less plot-moving than intended.

{Wounded Love: The re-woundening}

Every step ached more than the last, even with Alcina supporting you. She had wanted to carry you down the stairs, of course, but you had insisted that you would be fine. Now you were just determined not to complain out loud. One yelp or cry and you’d be scooped up in her arms, surely to be carried for the rest of the day. As much as you appreciated your girlfriend’s assistance, you hated feeling useless, and hated putting a burden on others. So here you were, one arm wrapped around Alcina’s waist, limping ever-so-slowly towards the dining room.

Further ahead (unburdened by your injury) the three Dimitrescu daughters talk among themselves, voices hushed as they too headed for breakfast. It was odd to see them all awake, and socializing, as there was usually at least one who came to meals late. You couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with your condition… or the circumstances that had caused it.

Less than eighteen hours had passed since your fight with a stray lycan, and tension had been high since. While you hadn’t yet spoken to the sisters, you had spoken to Alcina, who had briefly mentioned their concern for you. Whether they actually cared about you as a person or just cared because you are dating their mother is unclear. Based on how they had acted while treating your wounds, though, you were inclined to think that they were fond of you. And seeing as Alcina had already vowed to get revenge on your behalf… well, you wouldn’t be surprised to learn that her daughters intended to assist.

“Careful on the last step, dear,” Alcina says, positioned as to catch you if you fell. It takes a little willpower to resist the urge to hop down the rest of the way. As long as you landed on your uninjured leg, it wouldn’t even be that bad. Still, irritating your girlfriend first thing in the morning felt like a pretty stupid thing to do. Instead you just nodded, slowing down even more, and took visible care not to trip. “Good girl.”

Well, you certainly couldn’t say that being careful didn’t have its rewards.

“I have my moments,” you replied, blush rising to your cheeks. Suddenly your pain didn’t feel so bad (at least until you took another step and winced). “Damn, who woulda thought that cutting a chunk out of my leg would make it hurt more?” The leg in question throbbed in pain, as if to prove your point, protesting the weight you put on it. Changing the angle at which you stood helped some, allowing the lower half of the limb to bear more of the burden.

“Dearest…” Alcina starts to say, looking like she was going to readdress her desire to carry you. For a moment you try to avoid her gaze, but she moves in front of you, making sure that you could still hold onto her for support. “I know how you feel, how you want, desperately, to be independent. When I was first… granted this gift, it took a long time to adjust. There was so much I had to relearn how to do, so much that I suddenly needed done for me.” A pause, a deep breath. At last you look up at your girlfriend, warmth in your heart, reaching out to hold her hand. “You have time, my dear, and plenty of it. More than that… this will not last forever. The more you push yourself, the longer your recovery will take. Now, please, allow me to assist. You have already proven how strong you are.”

“Oh, you drive a hard bargain… but if you insist, who am I to decline? Or, well, who am I to decline twice in a row?” You answer, somewhat begrudgingly. It wasn’t much farther to the dining room, you figured, so it wouldn’t be much of a loss to accept help. Or at least that was what you told yourself. Even with Alcina’s encouragement it was so hard for you to accept her help. After all, you were the one that worked for her. Never mind the fact that she was somewhat responsible for your injury- really, you were actively avoiding thinking about that.

It’s much easier to forget once Alcina carefully picks you up. One arm goes under your legs, the other under your chest, lifting you without any effort. You might as well have been a kitten or a child’s toy. The movement does, however, shift your injured leg in such a way that it aches. At this point you can hardly move the limb at all without it hurting, and even the slightest friction against the bandage makes your eyes water.

Apparently someone would be delivering some painkillers later in the day. You assumed it would be The Duke (whose name is apparently not Doug, as you had thought), seeing as he knew some special way to get to and fro without risking the same fate that had befallen you. Which, of course, made you feel a lot better. Getting someone else hurt would weigh on your mind forever.

Regardless, you were safe now, as was your strange, bloody little family. Before long you would even be enjoying a pleasant meal together. Certainly that would help get your mind off of your wound? For now, though, you were met with an unexpected impasse. The sort of impasse that really, really should have been expected.

“Why… is the doorway… so small?” You asked, jokingly, as you stare into the mildly embarrassed face of your girlfriend. It’s already hard enough for her to crouch through the gap normally. When she’s carrying you? Impossible. “Can we ask Mother Miranda for bigger doors? She gave you eternal life and also three kids, she’s gotta be capable of making bigger doors. Put me down, I’ll go call her and-”

“That won’t be necessary, dear,” Alcina cuts you off, not fully appreciating this part of your humor. Or maybe she had already asked for bigger doors, only to be told no?... Okay, yeah, it was probably the first option. With a sigh she sets you down, as gently as she can manage. Ready and raring to go, you start to hobble forward, only to find all three of the daughters waiting for you, just beyond the door. They’re grinning as they watch you, and Bela extended her arm to offer her help. “What appears to be the matter?” Alcina asks from behind you. Accepting your fate and Bela’s arm, you let the sisters guide you to the table, Cassandra holding your other side, and Daniela pulls your chair out for you. Honestly it’s pretty adorable. Evidently your girlfriend agrees, from the way she smiles as she follows.

“Thank you,” you say, more out of reflex than genuine gratitude. Again, you weren’t thrilled about needing this assistance. If the girls notice they’re at least polite enough not to mention it. They simply move to their own seats at the large table, eager to dig in. It feels… strange, to be here, on this side of things. Stranger still to realize you’re the only one intending to eat actual food. There’s wine in your glass, but it’s a much fainter red than those you’ve previously served to your girlfriend. Thank goodness, you think, after how raw my throat was yesterday, I really don’t need to taste any more blood.

Once Lady Dimitrescu sits down, the meal formally begins, with several maidens appearing from the kitchen. Several seem relieved to see you, although surprised, and one even gave you a brief smile. The smile did not last, however. It wasn’t unexpected, considering the nature of her job, the pressures that it put upon her. No one smiled at mealtimes. Well, no maidens, that is. They simply moved around, wordlessly, faces blank, doing exactly as instructed. Only a few days ago you had been among them, fear keeping you in line. Was it wrong of you to care for Alcina, knowing what she was capable of doing to others? Knowing what she might have, in another life, done to you?

A maiden places a plate of warm food, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit, in front of you. For a moment your eyes meet, but she looks away instinctively. Your heart threatens to break.

“This looks wonderful, thank you for your hard work, all of you,” you speak up, glancing at each of the women working so hard. There’s more you want to say that dries in your throat; you are valued, you are deserving, someday I will join your ranks again.

“You don’t need to thank them, they’re just doing their jobs,” Cassandra chimes from the other side of the table. Hearing her say that damn near makes you drop your fork. It’s not an uncommon settlement, particularly among older generations and the rich, but one that irks you nonetheless.

“They’re doing my job. They are taking on extra work, for no pay, because I am injured. Why would I be so cruel as to ignore them? Have I not toiled alongside them enough to call them my kin?” You ask, struggling to keep your voice even. Next to you Alcina is slowly cutting into her meat, watching the scene unfold out of the corner of her eyes, perhaps considering when to step in. On the other end of the table, Bela looks increasingly uncomfortable, as if silently willing her sister into silence. None of the maidens have reacted to what you said, likely too afraid of Cassandra to even consider speaking.

“Ooooh, this is much more fun than our usual breakfasts,” Daniela says, stifling a giggle. “Do you have any other thoughts you’d like to share? Preferably ones that aren’t about me.” At this, Alcina sets her utensils down, clearly intending to put an end to the discussion. Unfortunately for her, you were a bit… impulsive, especially considering the previous night’s activities had left your mind struggling to cope.

“Dead lycans smell terrible. Literally the worst thing I’ve ever smelled, easily, no question about it,” you answer, shrugging a little as you do. It’s such a simple thought that you almost don’t realize how the others at the table react. Until the clatter of silverware on the table catches your attention, that is. All three sisters are eying you with different expressions (Bela is confused, Cass is impressed, and Daniela looks shocked). But it’s Alcina’s wide-eyed stare that gets you to elaborate. “Should I have said ‘a dead lycan’? I only got one, so I guess I shouldn’t say they all smell bad. C’mon, though, they have to all smell bad, right?”

Suddenly Daniela shifts from shock to pure amusement, a fit of giggles overtaking her. You’re still confused, not sure what the matter was, so you just sip your wine and hope someone asks the right questions.

“You… killed the lycan that attacked you?” Bela finally says, after a few moments of her sister laughing, expression still incredulous. When you nod she sort of shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. “May I ask how you managed that?”

“Oh, you know, I just meh meh-” you mime a stabbing motion with your fork- “until the stupid thing stopped moving. I had to use a tree branch as a weapon, but then it broke after a few whacks, which actually helped because then I had two stabbing implements to, you know, stab with. That’s right around when it got my leg, and it tried to bite me. Thankfully it wasn’t very smart, so when it leapt at me I just hyah-” this time an upwards strike- “right into its neck. That didn’t kill it, but it was enough to slow it down, which allowed me to stab the other half of the branch into its skull. Made this horrible, horrible sound as it died. Seeing as we are eating, I will not imitate the sound. Not that I could, now that I think about it…”

Once again there’s silence. Even Daniela has quieted now, and is watching you with rapt interest, likely hoping that you’re hiding another story up your sleeves.

“So… did you guys actually think that I managed to run away from the lycan? Or were you under the impression that it simply got bored of me and left?” You ask, casually returning to your breakfast afterwards. No one says anything, at first, taking in your words as best as they can. A few moments later both Daniela and Bela resume their meal, as nonchalant as one could be in the current situation. Alcina, however, rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, meeting your gaze with a loving look.

“You will never cease to amaze me, my dear. But let us ensure you never have to… smell, or see, one of those wretched things again, yes?” She says, softly squeezing you as she does. You can’t help but agree, and nod eagerly, mouth too full of hashbrowns to speak. Still, there’s been a shift in the atmosphere of the room. It’s not that the family didn’t respect you before, as far as you can tell, but they evidently hadn’t expected you to prove as capable as you had. It brings a sense of pride to the forefront of your mind, making you completely forget about your injury for the remainder of the meal.

Unable to stop yourself, you insist on helping the other maidens clean up, and Alcina eventually agrees to let you wash a few dishes- as long as you stay sitting the entire time. The last thing you hear before you shuffle off to the kitchen is the start of a conversation between Cassandra and her mother.

“You picked quite a feisty one, didn’t you?”

“That I did, that I did…”

[pepperpills]

The Harvest - RE8 Fanfic

The Harvest

A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana

Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Notes: heey, so here is Part III, hope you all enjoy it! i'm thinking of starting a new story soon, once this is ended, probably focusing more on world building and Karl and reader relationship hehe

Warning: NSFW content

Part I - Destiny (1) Part I - Destiny (2) Part II - The Lord

Part III – The Hunt

Getting to know the factory turned out to be a fantastic experience. You had never seem so many different paraphernalia in your live, the closer you had ever got to that was when you were a child poking around your dad’s storeroom, but there were only some tools, agriculture products and inherited ornaments from your cabin family – these last ones were your absolute favourite.

Heisenberg’s factory, on the other hand, was full of interesting things, some of them you had no idea what were used for. You even found a suspicious “torture” room, but couldn’t dig into it, once he was nearby. Still, you found his journals narrating his experiments, his audio reports and some guide books on mechanics that had you intrigued for a long time while reading them. He was a madman, you were convinced, but at the same time, that secluded part of you was growing a little each day you explored his life.

Lord Heisenberg was nicer and quieter than you would imagine. He basically lived in his various offices across the factory, mostly he would be trying new mechanisms on bodies and seeing how they reacted with the Cadou, the strange parasite the villagers mentioned only on rare and veiled conversations. As far as it wasn’t you, or your family, lying cold on one of the stretchers, you didn’t care. As a matter of fact, you felt tempted to try some things with the gears yourself as you deepen your studies in his books.

At your first days there, you got worried you would have to share the bed with him, which would be much more proximity than you had ever had with another person. The man had already seen your half naked and that was enough. However, he didn’t sleep there with you and you wondered why, once he so enthusiastically mocked you about it when you arrived. Actually, you started doubting he ever slept at all.

You were still a bit scared, though, never knowing if he would play a prank on you, so you were very careful to avoid him for a while - that didn’t endure –, believing you should give him space to get used to your presence after the mood he got into after your reception.

He was disturbed, indeed. His work was getting closer to a crucial point that involved Mother Miranda. He musted be discreet, but it was proving to be a real trial with Soldats activating and running around as lost beasts. Also, having you around actually gave him a new problem.

Lord Heisenberg would walk around the factory looking for material, testing the Soldats and cursing a lot, some of these swearwords you didn’t even know, but started liking how he used them, almost cartoonish. It was never directed to you, of course. He acted like you weren’t there most of the time, in others, when he was more chilled, with less work to do, he asked “how is the mess at the wing, buttercup?” laughing at you blushing at his indiscreet platonic flirts.

You had to find your way around the factory. That place was a labyrinth and a map would come handy, so you drew it on some clean papers you found lying around, loving not to get lost anymore. You hadn’t been face-to-face to one of his creations yet, just saw them on the production lines on the overview of the factory and on some specific rooms. You also avoided it due to fear.

He told you where the wing to be cleaned was and you found it after an hour. It was so incredibly packed with mechanical parts that you could barely come inside to take a look. Huffing, you thought that he could solve that without moving a muscle. It made you mad, but also made you wonder what you were doing there. You cleaned it anyway, as it was your duty and used that waste to build some minor projects.

At the end of your expedient, your hands were orange because of the rusty irons you were moving all day long and you had little cuts here and there, but nothing really bad. As it was going, it wouldn’t take long for you to finish cleaning and could even decorate it for him, making it feel more like home to you too.

You were liking it there. Of course, it was dusty, grey, sometimes rusty and hot all the time, but it was also very different from everything. Once you said goodbye to the cabins, then to the Village and maybe being away from Miranda’s dominance made you feel lighter.

You found some red fabric lying around somewhere, appearing to be forgotten, made some nature sketches on blank papers and put yellow lights on the bedroom and on Karl’s soon-to-be new working room. It looked cosy. You hoped he would appreciate it when he met the reformed wing, until then, you would keep quiet not to bother him.

Though, shortly after you finished decorating the bedroom, an event destroyed your plans of avoiding Heisenberg. On your daily route to what you would now call your wing, you crossed the kitchen and found an overcoat-less Karl trying to prepare a sandwich. He had any chef’s nightmare happening in that place. There were blunt knives flying around, a metal cup chasing the kettle spilling hot coffee all over the floor as he tried to open a bottle of whiskey and, finally, hot coffee hit Heisenberg’s chest and he screamed and cursed like a sore animal.

“FUCK!” He thundered, his word echoing in the corridor where you stood.

You couldn’t ignore that scene even if you tried. You were getting tired of not talking to him, you lived together now and all your few friends were slowly becoming distant memories. You would be happy to hear his voice, something else than gears rumble, even if it was cursing your predecessors.

As a powerful person, he would try to use his powers to do simple things and do a real mess instead. You felt compelled to give him some support, maybe it was a part of your mother’s care for others that lived in you too. You entered the kitchen headstrong, holding a laugh at his misery looks. Now he was stroking his shirt with a cloth and only noticed you when you were getting around the island.

You didn’t know, however, he never “never noticed” you. He felt your presence at the corridor before you saw him and he felt ashamed of you seeing him failing at a stupid task, and so forth his reaction was to be boorish.

“What?” He asked in a rude tone.

“Just let me help.” You offered, placing your hand in the air between you two. It wasn’t really an offer, you were just being polite, you would help him one way or another, you would have your small talk, but he wouldn’t give up so easily. “Please.” You asked, making the sweeter voice you could.

He huffed and threw the wet cloth on the sink. You took another cloth from one of the drawers – you were getting used to the utensils’ places –, wet it a little with water and looked at him, your head slightly tilted to the right.

“What is it, kitten?” Heisenberg questioned, roughly playful then.

“It is your shirt.” You pointed.

“Yes, it is dirty. Weren’t you trying to help?” He started to lose patience.

“Yeah, I am. It is just… You will have to take it off.” You let it out unpretentiously, although in your mind you were revengeful.

“Oh.” He understood and immediately took it off with so much easiness you wondered how many times he did that when you were so uncertain of it at your first day.

You had never seem him shirtless. To be quite sincere, you hadn’t seen many shirtless men in your life. The Village was a very cold town, once it was deep into a forest in the mountains, so even in the summer there wasn’t a hot weather, so people tended to keep their clothes on. Because of this, when he took it off you instantly blushed at his scarred chest.

He has what you would call a dad body. It isn’t really sinewy, although still very strong with thick arms and defined muscles. He has some belly, which means he isn’t a skinny person, but he isn’t fat also. And maybe you took too long looking at him like that and feeling weird feelings you would think about later that night.

“You’re almost drooling there, buttercup.” He teased you and when you quickly, but gently, started cleaning his chest with the cloth, so you wouldn’t have to answer, he gave up a deliciously loud laugh.

You laughed with him, making him laugh even harder. You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked it, this casual connection between you two. The laugh died a gradual death and you started moving you hand on his chest, feeling its warmth below the cloth. You could almost swear his breathing was getting faster and you saw he was biting his lips, maybe because you were taking too long. You didn’t want to finish, but you both know there wasn’t much coffee on him anyway.

You put the cloth with the other one in the sink and as you watered them, you saw him going to get his shirt that had been laying on the island.

“No, no, no.” You said, taking it from his hands kind brusquely, making him confused. “I need to wash these.”

“I see.” He said, raising his hands to show he wouldn’t try again, as a peace offer that made you grin.

“I can finish your sandwich for you, it will only take a minute.” You added, embarrassed to be so bossy with him.

“I will be at my office.” He told you and left without looking back.

You thought he got mad at you because of the shirt situation. It made you sad, you started having a nice approach. To compensate you made him a really good sandwich with the meat and vegetables you found in the refrigerator. Searching for food there you considered asking him to go see the Duke and buy supplies, maybe even hunt, because you didn’t have enough provisions. Anyway, you also prepared the coffee, poured a glass of cowboy whisky – sipped one, two or three times yourself – and cleaned what was there to be cleaned. It took more than one minute, but less than teen.

You were heading to his office when you heard a muffled noise. It sounded guttural and made you shiver. Electricity running through your body, making you feel hopelessly exposed, only that countered by the alcohol it felt good. You stepped carefully as you got closer to the door. You considered not knocking, but the noise made you knock.

“Just…” He gasped. “Leave it at the door, please.” Heisenberg was painting, but he asking “please” was what made up your mind, that politeness wasn’t usual, so you did what he requested.

You wanted to be around him on that day, but chose to respect his privacy. You didn’t imagine that his mind was blowing with you, he desperately wanted to continue the kitchen talk, but couldn’t give himself the chance once he was so close to perfecting the Soldats.

To ease your thoughts, as you were no longer requested at the factory, you tested your stealth skills and slipped to the forest behind it, caring your bow and arrows determinedly.

You were familiar with that area as you have hunted all around the Village, thus, you knew where to go to find good preys. It was by the lake were the deer stopped to drink water. It was far from the factory entrance, but again, you knew exactly what you were doing. When approaching the lake, you climbed a tree and waited.

It didn’t take long until a lonely deer appeared, unsuspicious. It leaned its head so it could reach the water level and started drinking it. You positioned one arrow, held your breath and did the physics magic. The arrow nailed its left eye. It didn’t scream, it was over very quickly.

You climbed the tree down, came closer to the body and tied it with the rope you brough from the factory. Your way back wasn’t effortless, you were slower due to the extra weight and the lycans sensed its blood, their sounds were all around you. They wouldn’t hurt your, though, somehow, they knew you were with Heisenberg.

It was past four in the afternoon when you reached the factory, panting with the effort of bringing the deer. Heisenberg was poking around for something in his front yard. He noticed you just as you appeared in his peripherical vision. He walked towards you, with an intrigued expression that transformed into an impressed one when he saw the deer.

“Some gifts you have there, kitten, ain’t gonna lie.” He commented, squatting to take a good look at the animal. “How did you do that?” It was clear he didn’t mean to offend, quite the opposite, he was genuinely curious.

“A girl has her secrets.” You answered, when you finally stop panting, shrugging when internally you are fulfilled someone knew about you hunting and didn’t seem mad at you.

He wasn’t even angry you left the factory without his permission, which made you happier. He stood below you with the animal for a few seconds more, than got up on his feed, laid his hands on your shoulders, well, on your skin hunting jacket, and said “You are really something, kitten.”

You fell for his words. You never wanted to feel that dependant on someone’s appreciation for you, but with him it was lighter. Karl took the weight of the world off your shoulders by bringing you there and kind off supporting you even though you had only spent little more than a month together.

“Thank you, my lord.” You spoke.

“Stop it. Call me Karl.” He said roughly, but good hearted. “Now, do you know how to clean this deer?” Heisenberg asked.

Usually, Duke would do it for you, although you knew the theory, you hadn’t much practice.

“I was hoping you could help me with it, Karl.” You suggested, toasting him a malicious smile.

“For fuck’s sake.” But he cursed laughing.

He cleaned this table at the garage and disposed the deer there. You helped him doing the messy job, learning with him what you only saw the Duke doing. It wasn’t pretty, but you were comforted by his presence and obstinacy. He probably did it often as it showed, but didn’t bother to take it slower so he could teach you.

Heisenberg enjoyed that night more than you could imagine. He didn’t care for the Soldats, they could wait, it was nice being around you for a change, not running away from your hair, your smile, your presence. For the first time in his life, he actually had someone who wanted to be around him.

Later your prepared venison, demi-glace, potatoes, a fresh arugula salad and both of your enjoyed dinner at the kitchen island with bottles of dark beer. He was funny, he was tripping over words a little, due to the alcohol, but his stories, oh man… He was a real brat. You told him about the cabins and the hunting. He listened carefully, never judging you and laughed at your silly manners, at your etiquette and, over all, loved your cook.

He slept in the bed with you, tired, amused and drunk, he sunk in his dreams. You stayed up a bit longer, resisting your lazy eyes temptations just to appreciate his scent, it would smell like burned wood.

[elusive---ivory]

Resident Evil S/Is: Cameron and Carolina Morrell

[pic left, pic right]

Age: 26, 27

Birthday: October 3

Parents: Sorina Morrell, Andre Morrell.

Personalities

[Cameron]

However laid back he might seem. This lad has been known to hunt chipmunks when he was 2. He's extremely germaphobic, due to being an actual doctor. He's dealt mainly with dead bodies (organ donors) to collect organs for patients. He did that for a long time before he met Chris.

[Carolina]

Carolina, or Carol, lived at home taking care of her parents. She was a struggling writer, with a head empty all the time. Her father would shame her a lot with her life choices compared to her brother. Most of the time, Carol spent her time arguing with her father.

[Backstory + Tags Under The Cut]

Carolina and Cameron Morrell are the last natives of their village deep in Eastern Europe. The four lords had taken away most of their land, forcing their parents to flee to North America. Both Carolina and Cameron left their home when they were both 4 and 5.

They spent most of their childhood in Connecticut. It was similar to their home back in Romania, but it was so Carol and Cameron wouldn't seek the place out.

However, during the aftermath of a raging hurricane, their parents had welcomed in a small girl into their house.

Unfortunately, that girl was Evelyn. She had infected the entire household with mold. Luckily, Chris Redfield and the S.T.A.R. organization came just in time and killed both their parents.

Carol had gotten very pissed off at Chris for killing her family. At the same time, their mother, once was sweet and kind, tied and drugged Cameron up, trying to slice him open with her kitchen knife. Their father had thrown Carol into the basement so she couldn't interfere.

Chris claimed he had to for the safety of both, Cameron and herself.

Carol still didn't want to believe Chris. Cameron was a lot more understanding than Carol, despite the type of trauma he went through.

Cameron decided to stick with Chris for a long time. Eventually, developing a hella crush on him. His experience with S.T.A.R grew into more of an obsession with killing things like the mold that killed his parents. He kinda went insane when Carol left him to go all the way back to Romania.

Carol had decided it was a good idea to go back to the place she came from, but seeing the devastation the 4 lords caused.

Carol tries her best to avoid the lords, except during one winter night. While the Duke helped her enough to keep searching through the village, he was no were to be found. The snow began to pick up and she lost track to were she was going.

She stumbled onto a seemingly abandoned factory. She heard the wolves over the hill. She didn't have any choice, but to run into the front door of the gigantic factory. Which led her to being kidnapped by Lord Hiesenberg.

Meanwhile, Cameron was with Chris tracking Ethan Winters and his wife. Once they got to the location, the instructions were to open fire and take the child.

Cameron seemed against this. He sympathized with Ethan's pain, regretting his position in S.T.A.R. He became more inclined to help Ethan, then continuing his own mission.

Will Carol find a way out of Hiesenberg's enormous factory? Or will Cameron be able to save Ethan and Rose from devastating fate?

[Ship Tags: Hiesenberg (#mechanicdogtags), Ethan Winters (#frostbitten)]

[S/I tags: Carol (#bigmouthstrikesagain), Cameron (#thereisalightthatnevergoesout)]

[cateringisalie]

Village: Resident Evil ramblings

(Some spoilers)

Ethan Winters is a goddamn idiot.

I say this without a shred of nostalgia; I first encountered him in RE7 and feel less than nostalgic towards the guy. RE7 without the benefit of the former entrants was a FPS horror and pretty good. Though you couldn’t escape that the characters you remembered were the Baker family and Mia; Ethan was a walking camera with a gun and some very simplistic emotional responses (fear, rescue wife, escape, swear occasionally). Having now run through the whole sequence of games, Ethan stands out starkly as the blandest and least interesting protagonist the series ever produced. He is possibly worse than Piers. Village updates Ethan’s personality. A bit. Well. Not really. Still got that fear, still got the swearing. Still got a mind to escape. But rather than rescue his wife, it’s about rescuing his daughter. I mean; Mia was gunned down and shot a further 9000 times by infuriating series stalwart Chris Redfield a little under ten minutes into the game proper. Not that Ethan really comes to terms with the trauma. By minute fifteen of the game the van you’ve been shoved in by Chris (who doesn’t shoot you for no reason he feels like explaining) has crashed and Ethan’s daughter is missing. Mourning Mia doesn’t actually enter into Ethan’s thought process. Goddamn idiot. Not to say that life with Mia was exactly picturesque; a few years after RE7 the couple are now somewhere nebulous in Eastern Europe in a very lovely house with a distressing number of empty wine bottles in the kitchen. A happy marriage this does not seem to be given Mia doesn’t want to get into the events of RE7 anymore, but Ethan does – but also failing to understand that the cover-up of the incident might be why no one is talking much about the whole mess in Louisiana and that bringing it up both distresses and angers Mia. But; the inciting incident has occurred and we’re propelled into our new scenario. Ethan; once again fish out of water, and its not like we have a choice. This is not to say Village does not repeat the same narrative trick of changing POV character, but there is both less of that, and the Half-Life-style regimented first person view jarringly completely goes out the window in the last quarter. It was less than consistent at points, but sparingly when occasionally and jarringly camera angles shifted to depict an introduction. But the game is also perfectly happy to render whole FPS sequences with gun visible and everything as it plays out a story beat, so... I don’t know? Fortunately Ethan’s environment and the setting are much more interesting. The unnamed Village is a satisfying knot of tangled streets, locked doors and environmental obstacles. Enemies don’t respawn per se, but additional enemies are added on subsequent visits to the effective hub of the game. There’s livestock to kill and give the Duke – the merchant playing a similar role to the pirate-like guy from RE4. Duke’s an entertaining character (some have objected to his physical and hugely overweight depiction); chatty and far more knowing than he will let on. He has a dangling thread come the end so perhaps will reappear elsewhere. He’ll sort the gun upgrades, supplies, let you sell treasure and point you towards your next destinations. Which is just as well as the human population of the village dies out somewhere between the first and second hour. No one left and any futile attempts to save people end in almost hilariously disastrous tragedies (no Ethan, don’t go higher in a building that is on fire). Leaving you with Lycans, zombies and gargoyles to fend off. Occasionally there’s some bigger foes on the level of the Executioner from RE5 but nothing on the level of the Tyrants. That kind of thing is left to the Village Lords. The villagers – before they all die – have a curiously unfamiliar religion and praise a figure known as Mother Miranda. She reportedly kept the village safe, but something has changed and now the Lycans run amok and without restraint. Not hard to pin that the reason for the change is Rose’s arrival (or could it be Ethan? COULD IT? No. Man is a goddamn idiot). The only door out of the village you can open is to Castle Dimitrescu and... It feels unnecessary to even get into what awaits. Given fandom have been so noisy about the tall lady and her vampiric daughters since the first trailer. She is so very, very tall. The castle is the first mode of Village. Possibly closest to RE7; Dimitrescu’s daughters are vulnerable based on certain environmental details (read the notes!) but otherwise should be fled from. Dimitrescu herself is invulnerable to everything bar one weapon and you need to work at getting that, so she needs to be fled from. Otherwise, explore the castle, find treasure. Sneak. Solve puzzles. It all looks suitably gorgeous and you get multiple chances to see if as you loop through the rooms and unlock more doors. The Village macro mechanics wrought as micro here. There’s a canny hint at a late reveal in the blunt utility of in-game mechanics to be had too. But – really should have been obvious given their prominence in the trailer – given Castle Dimitrescu is the first level, it means we must say goodbye to the very Tall Lady with knife hands and move onto someone else. In between levels, we get the first reinforcement of a tease from the trailer; the symbol of the Umbrella corporation. Its engraved into a location called the Ceremony Site. Its daubed on a cave wall as high as the Tall Lady. Its on the strange structure you insert the yellow flasks each Village Lord guards. And it means... almost nothing. RE's meta-plot has always been a mess and everyone’s favorite pharmaceutical company hasn’t been so active for a while, so the idea that we might be getting into some interesting weirdness with them again is oh so appealing. And yet – I was disappointed. Despite the repeated glimpses of the familiar white and red logo, the connection ultimately comes down to one letter I found at about 7/8s of the way through. Oswell Spencer – founder of the company – visited the Village years ago and saw the cave painting and adopted it as his logo. Oh. That’s... underwhelming. The same letter does at least prod at wiring Village’s latter reveals into the formation of the company along with tying in some parts of RE5 but if you thought this would be the company or the family dynasty origins or anything like that, you are in for a disappointment. It’s a tease and one that goes nowhere and does little. Oh we might now see how Spencer got into the whole inadvertent zombie making mess but its not a factor in the plot of this game nor does it really change the stakes of the previous. Perhaps I should be glad it’s so frivolous given other retcons in certain other franchises, but it feels so suspect to have drawn the attention and then shuffle the implications out the side-door. At least the other village lords have their own appeals. The second level is RE once again stealing PT (the PS4 demo to announce Silent Hills) given Konami outright don’t care about it anymore. Stripped of your guns and inventory, it’s a claustrophobic puzzle level requiring you to hide with mechanics familiar to both Evil Within and Alien Isolation. That same loop of rooms as you seek out puzzle solutions and hide from a staggeringly distressing malevolent entity. The third is combat light until the final confrontation; the fight staged in a flooded village – oh and Chris who still doesn’t shoot you but refuses to explain anything. And the fourth cheats. Heisenberg is thoroughly entertaining and grabs two levels for his own; an assault on a stronghold and his horrible cyborg factory outside of town. He has Magneto metal powers. Heisenberg is the camp villain to outdo the other camp villains. He’s having fun, he kinda likes Ethan and is oddly on his side. He found time to put together massive signposts to direct Ethan onto the last two levels (a good thing too given his lack of sense). But both levels are lacking. The Stronghold is a relentless firefight against hoards of mook enemies; the factory is overly long and maze-like. I am as tired as Ethan when he exclaims “What more?” And after Heisenberg is dealt with; the long, convoluted lurches to the ending. First person goes out the window. The game dabbles in characters toying with your understanding of what was going on but in a strangely limited way and completely ignoring the other implications of the reveal. Suddenly you mow down more and more enemies than ever before, bullets scarcely a concern. The final reveals of who/what/where/how come through. Not exactly explicable for what’s on-screen, but the effort’s been made to tie Village’s overt supernatural tendencies back into a world setup in RE. Its not magic and those are not truly werewolves. And the villain’s motivation is! Hugely disappointing. Connected as it is to the Umbrella letter, you might hope for something completely out there, but its unsatisfying and feels pretty sexist too. Or at least lacking in imagination to an astonishing degree and yet here we are. The game feels sloppiest as the final boss fight arrives flitting between characters without the shaky but workable character hand-offs RE7 deployed. Back in first person mode to talk to Duke one last time before engaging in.... a relatively simple boss fight. All the boss fights have been pretty easy – there’s nothing on the level of RE6’s sometimes horrendous contextual fights, or the annoying two-player RE5, nor the demanded accuracy of hitting specific weak-points as in RE7. And I don’t mind that. Unload all your weapons and keep your health up. And victory. There are fix-it fics already, but really, I don’t see the point in trying to fix the issue these people have. There’s an obvious setup for a game past this one with a strange throw-away reveal in the end-sequence (whither RE9, Revelations 3 or something else there are no clues as yet). There’s a spoiler for the sting given the end-credits lists a character who didn’t appear in the main game. The sting itself might wind up drawing on the sting from Revelations 2. Village is not RE at its best, but is at least more in the spirit of goofy, campy nonsense than 7. It at least is more at home with playing with the trappings of horror while not actually trying to be outright scary. As with 7, the villains are more interesting and more memorable than the good guys. And – as I found out after completing the game – we were robbed of Ada Wong dressed up like a Bloodborne character somewhere in the game. And that I think is the biggest shame of all this.

[afreakingdork]

Review: Resident Evil Village

So, just to set the stage here. I’m obsessed with Resident Evil 7: Biohazard. I first played it when I was home sick and beat it within two days. I then immediately replayed it to go through the Zoe ending which, in retrospect, might not have been worth it. I then followed through my partner’s playthrough which I tangentially refer to as me playing through it and, finally, I replayed it in preparation for Village. I just love everything about it. I love the enclosed space of the Baker estate, I love the characters, and I even love the story despite the many silly plot holes. Keeping that in mind, I found Village to be alright. I was not immune to the big lady hype. I was really excited to be back as Ethan. If we’re talking about my playthrough specifically, I found starting the game to be a treasure. It really sets a great tone for the story and I loved seeing how everything had changed in three years with Mia and Ethan. My joy and curiosity were cut short when I got totally bodied by the lycans in the village. For whatever reason, I could not figure out that I was just supposed to run away from them and kept dying. It was so stressful I actually put the game down for a day after dying a few times because my nerves were shot. I moved through the game what I considered to be an average pace. I made sure to ‘turn’ all the rooms blue and my total run time ended up being just over 15 hours. Of that time, I probably spent at least 7 hours in Castle Dimitrescu, a little over an hour on each House Beneviento, Moreau’s Reservoir, and the Stronghold, and finally finishing pretty much a majority of the rest of the game at Heisenberg’s factory. 

Now that all the details of my gameplay are out of the way, my thoughts on the experience are below! 

Which brings me to my two biggest problems with the game; the first being pacing. The amount of time spent on Castle Dimitrescu vs. House Beneviento is staggering. I love House Beneviento. It’s the exact kind of enclosed space puzzles that I adored about Resi7. The baby is objectively one of the scariest things I’ve ever encountered in a video game and I was truly, heart racing, terrified playing it, but jumping into that after Castle Dimitrescu is a wild difference. Honestly, all four dominions don’t feel like they share the same game. There’s a wild tonality shift between each area that felt really disjointed. There’s also a ton of little nit-pick things I have, like why are pots breakable, but only at Castle Dimitrescu. I’m not talking about the item vases; I’m talking about regular pottery that can be broken in pretty much every room along with the windows. It’s so strange because every other area has the identical item crates so why is Castle Dimitrescu an exception? The assets for pottery from Castle Dimitrescu are used in other areas, but they are no longer breakable. It’s a weird consistency problem that just goes in line with the inconstant tone. 

I don’t know if this is common, but my other issue with the game is I genuinely believe that the game is out of order. I truly believe that they meant for Castle Dimitrescu to be the second to the last level, but after the Lady Dimitrescu hype, they moved her up in the game so everyone could experience her as soon as possible. Think about it; you spend hours wandering about Castle Dimitrescu and defeating the Lady all before you even get the dialogue from the Duke about who the four lords are and what they do. On your way out of Castle Dimitrescu you pick-up your first meat items before you’ve even unlocked Duke’s Kitchen. Resource-wise, House Beneviento and Moreau’s Resevoir have very few items to pick up in contrast with Castle Dimitrescu, which I posit is because they were meant to sequentially go first. The amount of ammo you pick up in Castle Dimitrescu is insane. It was so much, in fact, that a majority of the ammo I picked up in Castle Dimitrescu ended up not getting used until the Stronghold. From a visual standpoint, the Castle is such a visual focal point in the game, it seems wild to just knock it out and lock it up in the very beginning. Also, when you take into account the Castle’s logs about their Cadou experiments, they are the only location to not mention the Cadou. It’s almost as if they specifically had to take that phrase out, because you hadn’t learned what it was yet. You also don’t hear about Cadous in House Beneviento, but that makes more sense story-wise. As opposed to the other lords, Donna isn’t really experimenting on individuals with Cadous because she is instead experimenting with her hallucinatory power that was caused by the Cadou. The other lords are actively serving Mother Miranda by trying to create more viable subjects, while Donna is just mostly keeping to herself outside of the occasional overwhelming loneliness that pushes her to ‘call for playmates.’ My ideal order of the lords starts with Moreau because the Reservoir is the most linear of all the domains (and because I think blowing the House Beneviento load immediately would skew perception of what the game would be). You then tackle Beneviento next as a way to show the player how far this game’s reach can go. Then you enter the ever-looming Castle Dimitrescu and pick up all the details and ammo you need to then hit the Stronghold and then Heisenberg’s factory. Think about how well the game would have flowed, were you to just alter the order some. 

Outside of that, there are a ton of little gameplay aspects that are sloppy. When you switch between weapons, there is a roll animation that means 1. Ethan can have two right hands up at any given moment, or 2. Ethan can have 3 hands total if you switch from a one-handed weapon to a two-handed one. When you try to dock after using the boat, you have to wait for the sliding animation of the boat getting back to exactly the right position before you disembark. When you’re talking to Chris in Heisenberg’s factory the game has to cut to black to get Ethan to sit in a chair, when it didn’t have to do that when we were talking to Heisenberg when we first get to the factory. The button combination to block and then push back an enemy was extremely finicky if the enemy wasn’t in the 100% perfect position. There were so many times when I would block and then have the prompt pop-up to push back and I would execute and Ethan would just stand there because the enemy was, usually, too close to him, which is wild because you would think that’s exactly what you need to push them back. The sound effects are omnidirectional. What this means is that when Lady Dimitrescu is walking around it sounds like she is everywhere because no one programmed the sound to not go through the walls. This is something that is taken care of in Resi7 which makes it all the more baffling that it is not in 8. When I heard the growl of a lycan or the flapping of a samca I would spin around wildly because the sound was coming from all angles. It made especially the Stronghold super annoying to play.

This is a personal thing, but it really drove me crazy how many times Ethan just sat there and took attacks in cut scenes. So many times he was still holding a firearm in his right hand and doesn’t even try to aim while enemies (particularly Lady Dimitrescu) maim him. Another personal thing is what is up with Lady  Dimitrescu‘s daughters? There are detailed notes on how the Cadou and Mutamycete work differently on different individuals, but there are like no details on why the Daughters are bugs? It’s never specifically stated how Dimitrescu went about her experiments. We know it was an injectable, but was it Cadou? We know for a fact that the Cadou is large. Moreau was separately, surgically putting the Cadou into people’s bodies and then maybe injecting them with wolf blood. Donna split up her one Cadou between her dolls to puppet them and Heisenberg was using a Cadou-powered reactor which was quite large to power his Soldats. Also, as opposed to all other areas, Castle Dimitrescu is the only one with what can only be described as zombies (they’re actually called Moroaica which is like when was that established?) as the rejects of the injection, where everywhere else it’s lycans. Then, the three viable candidates of the injections turned into what looked like house flies and then reformed in a human-esque body, but is really a mass of flies for the Daughters?! At least they gave Alcina a blood disorder to explain her height and vampire tendencies, but the Daughters don’t get this treatment at all. It’s just bizarre. 

Something minor I haven’t stopped thinking about is just how enormous baby Rose is. There’s even throw-away dialogue at the Winters’ home about how she is outgrowing diapers that are meant for her age at an alarming rate. Even the maternity photos of Mia show her stomach is way bigger than the average person pregnant with a single child. It’s wild because nothing about this ever comes back in any way, shape, or form. Rose is just a big baby and it’s not a big deal.

Also, WHY IS CHRIS ON THE COVER AS A LYCAN?! 1. That never even happens and 2. Chris isn’t even in the game that much!! I get that we can’t put faceless Ethan on the cover, but why not a picture of... I don’t know... THE VILLAGE! IT’S ONLY IN THE TITLE FOR FUCK’S SAKE AND IT WORKED FINE ENOUGH FOR 7!

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 25 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Thank you guys for being so patient!  Enjoy!

Title: Succession Chapter 25

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, the Duke

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (cunnilingus, overstimulation, breast play, jerking off)

Summary:  you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash n a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter 25

The cozy warmth under the covers made you snuggle deeper into the bed.  The fire crackled as Heisenberg added two logs, moving them around with a fire poke.  You took the opportunity to ogle him, your eyes drifting down to his ass hugged nicely in his pants.  Smiling to yourself, you imagined grabbing both ass cheeks as he lay on top of you, his dick bottoming out over and over again into your pussy.

Once Heisenberg was content with the fire, he began making breakfast.  You pulled the blankets up to your neck and watched him toil away in the kitchen.  

Today was a special day.  

It was your birthday…but he didn’t know it.

A small calendar sat on his desk in the work space of his office.  You kept up with the days since you crashed in the village.  Despite your birthday slowly approaching, you didn’t tell Heisenberg.  You hadn’t celebrated since the last of your family died.  And since you didn’t have close friends to shower you with gifts and attention, the day felt like any other day and that was fine with you.

Heisenberg turned around when he heard you toss the covers back and sit up in the bed.  “Good morning, doll face,” he greeted, “breakfast is almost ready…”

You stretched and smiled, looking down at your nude form.  It was warm with the fireplace, but not warm enough to walk around without clothes.  You walked to your dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a pair of panties and a long sleeved shirt.  The sizzling of eggs in a pan made your stomach growl.

“Okay…I’m gonna use the bathroom,” you said as you walked out the door.  

You did your business and re-entered the living quarters just as Heisenberg set down your plate and a mug of coffee.  He went back to retrieve his food as you sat down in the chair next to his.  “Thank you, Karl,” you murmured, picking up your fork.  He flashed his gorgeous smile as you began eating.

The two of you ate in silence for a while before Heisenberg spoke.  “I have a list of supplies that I need from the Duke…do you think you can get them for me while I’m working?” he asked.

“Sure, that’s fine,” you answered as you ate the last of your breakfast.

“Thank you,” he said, “I’ve hit an unfortunate snag in a new experiment and if I don’t sort it out, I’m fucked!”

You took a sip of coffee, washing down the eggs.  “Anything I can do to help?  I feel bad doing nothing but wandering around the factory, reading, poking around, and doing odd cleaning jobs.  I can be your assistant if you need me…”

Heisenberg chuckled as he looked at you.  “I appreciate the offer, pussycat, but the issues I’m facing are things that only I can fix.  You going to retrieve my items from the Duke helps more than you know.”  He leaned forward and gave you a soft kiss before reaching for his pencil and paper to make his list.

*

The wind was whipping as you pushed open the door to the factory.  One swift gust took your breath away as you stepped out onto the dry, dead grass.  You began your walk down to the gate and saw the back of the Duke’s carriage open.  He sat in his usual spot, taking a cigar and lighting it with a sterling silver lighter.  His eyes fell on you as you opened the gate.

“I must say, Y/N…the days become much brighter when I am able to cast just one glance at your beauty!”

You smiled up at the Duke.  “You are quite the Casanova, aren’t you?” you quipped, reaching up to shake his hand.  

The Duke laughed.  “And what is it that I can do for you today…or for Lord Heisenberg?”

You handed him the list of items Heisenberg wrote out for you.  The Duke scanned the list and reached behind him for an empty burlap sack.  Tossing it to you, he went through the items one by one and pointed to where they were placed on the ground amongst the rest of his wares.  Heisenberg’s list was much longer than it normally was, probably due to the inconvenience he had mentioned at breakfast.

Once you put the last of the items into the bag, you took a sturdy piece of rope and secured the opening.  Shopping at the Duke’s emporium had taken over half an hour.

“Oh, Y/N…I hope you aren’t in a rush,” the Duke began, “I was wondering if you could help me with Raven…”

“Yes, of course!” you said.  It had been a while since you ventured towards the front of the carriage and spent some time with the horse.  The Duke turned around and moved through the carriage towards the front.  You walked around to find Raven facing the bridge.  “Hello, my sweet,” you murmured soothingly, placing your hand softly on the horse’s hip.  She huffed and shook her head from side to side as you walked up to the front of her.  You rubbed your hand up and down her neck, giving her soft pets.

“Here, take this,” the Duke said, extending a large brush, “she is in desperate need of a brushing.  Also, these cold days are giving her joints hell so if you could rub some liniment on her knees…”

You followed the Duke’s directions.  Raven stood still and allowed you to brush her down.  You spent extra time on her mane, making sure it was free of tangles and soft and shiny.  The Duke then handed you a bottle of the liniment as well as a bucket half full of water and a sponge.  He instructed you with how much to pour into the bucket and where on her body you needed to apply the sponge.  

“Thank you very much, Y/N,” the Duke said, “you have helped both myself and Raven…I know she is very grateful for the care you have bestowed upon her…”

“You’re very welcome.  It was a pleasure to spoil her,” you smiled, giving Raven soft pets along the side of her face and neck.  You dumped the water from the bucket and handed it to the Duke, as well as the sponge and liniment bottle.  “Is there anything else I can help you with?” you asked.

“Oh no, I have taken up quite enough of your time already,” the Duke answered, “you run along back to Lord Heisenberg.  Oh, and by the way…happy birthday, Y/N…”

The smile you had given to the Duke fell away and was replaced with sudden shock.  “Wha…how did you know?”

“Lord Heisenberg informed me last week…”

Heisenberg?  But how did he know?  And why didn’t he say anything this morning?  You were certain you hadn’t told him of your birthday.  Looking back up at the Duke’s smiling face, he gestured back towards the factory.

“Run along, Y/N…I think I’ve bought Lord Heisenberg enough time…”

“What?  Enough time?  What does that mean?”

“You’ll see…”

You looked back towards the monstrous building, wondering what Heisenberg had up his sleeve.  With a surge of adrenaline and brewing excitement, you broke into a run.  You cleared the gate before stopping short.  The bag of items!  Turning around quickly, you ran back, swooped up the heavy burlap sack, and rushed back up the trail.  The loud echo of the Duke’s laughter followed you all the way back to the sliding doors.

You walked quickly through the hallways towards Heisenberg’s quarters.  Your mind was spinning with questions about what he was doing that would warrant the Duke’s help with creating a diversion.

Your heart was racing as you slowed your steps.  Turning down another corridor, you walked towards the room.  “Karl?” you called out, your voice shaky from nervous apprehension.  You tightened your grip on the burlap sack as you stopped at the doorway, peering inside.

Candles sat amongst every flat surface of Heisenberg’s quarters…on the counter in the kitchen, on the table, on the two dressers that housed yours and his clothing, and the two nightstands on either side of the bed.  The fire was still going in the hearth.  And standing next to the large table was Karl Heisenberg.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he said.  His eyes gleamed in the candlelight and a soft smile was on his face.  On the tabletop next to him stood a glass vase with flowers and a small box with a bow.

“I…how…how did you know today was my birthday?” you asked in disbelief, dropping the sack of Heisenberg’s supplies on the floor.  You slowly walked to him, your eyes moving around the room, the candlelight making the shadows dance on the walls.

Heisenberg chuckled as his hands went to your hips, pulling you against him.  He smiled down at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.  “I looked at your date of birth when I saw your driver’s license amongst your bags in the crash,” he answered, “the date stuck in my mind since I noticed it wasn’t too far away…as you and I got closer, I knew I wanted to do something special for you…”

“Karl…” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.  You pressed your hands to his chest and moved them up to his shoulders.  He lowered his lips to yours, kissing you softly.

This was the nicest, most charming, and most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for you.  The candles, the flowers…and just being with Heisenberg…there was nothing else you wanted for your birthday than that.

His left hand pressed to your lower back, pulling your body closer to him as his right hand went to the back of your head.  You moaned softly as he opened your lips with his and pushed his tongue inside your mouth.  Your tongue met his as your arms wrapped around his neck.  Before you could stop yourself, you lifted your right leg and moved to wrap it around his waist, arching your body against him wantonly.  Heisenberg broke the kiss with a laugh.

“Hold on, doll face,” he smiled, “before we go down that route…I want you to open your present…”

You put your foot back to the floor as you followed his gaze down to the small box sitting on the table.  “Karl,” you marveled, “you didn’t have to get me anything…to be quite honest, I’m still surprised that you found out and went to all this trouble…it’s really so amazing…”

Heisenberg smiled and sat you down on the chair, him sitting in the one next to you.  He reached over for the small box.  “The Duke gave me the box…but what’s inside I made myself…”

You looked into his eyes as you took the box from his outstretched hand.  He made you something?  You were once again bowled over by the thoughtful gesture.  Smiling, unable to wait another second, you lifted off the top and peered inside…

…and your heart stopped.

Sitting on a soft pile of billowy cotton was a silver chain necklace…and on the end of the chain sat a metal cog in the shape of a heart.

“I melded the cog…” Heisenberg said, “...smoothed it and shaped it into a heart.  Duke sold me the silver chain…”

A soft sob slipped from your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks.  You lifted the necklace with your fingers and looked down at it, the chain dangling from your hand.  It was beautiful…smooth to the touch and completely unique.  There was nobody on this planet that had what you were holding in that moment.  It was yours…and it was created by the man you loved.

“Oh, Karl…” you cried, dropping the box to the table, the necklace still in your hand.  You crawled onto Heisenberg’s lap, straddling his legs.  Your lips fused to his, kissing him passionately.  His arms went around your body and held you to him tightly as he returned the kiss with equal passion.  Your tears dripped off your chin and onto the front of his shirt as you pressed your body to his.  When you broke the kiss, the both of you were gasping for air.  “I absolutely love it,” you marveled, looking down at it in your hands once again, “and I love you.  I had no idea today would turn out like this.  It’s such an amazing surprise…”

“I might not be able to take you to a nice restaurant and to a five star show at the local theatre, but I do have a few ideas on how to celebrate your special day…”  Heisenberg plucked the necklace from your hand and unclasped it.  He circled it around your neck and secured it at the nape, his fingers smoothing back over the chain, moving down to where the heart sat in the center of your chest.  “...and the plan is making sure you wear this necklace for the rest of the day…and nothing else…”

Arousal shot straight down to your belly as Heisenberg stood to his feet, gripping your thighs on either side of his body.  You let out a girlish giggle as your legs wrapped around his waist.  He walked to the bed and lowered you amongst the sheets, his lips back on yours.

You grabbed at the buttons on the front of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one while your tongue tangled with his.  He chuckled against your mouth when you untucked his shirt from his pants and shoved it down his arms.  He sat up on his knees and threw the shirt to the floor, pulling his undershirt over his head.  You removed your shirt and threw it to the side, your breasts bare underneath.

“God damn, I love your tits,” he growled, leaning down and grabbing them with both hands.  His mouth devoured one before going to the other, kissing, nibbling, and tonguing your nipples.  You tilted your head back amongst the sheets and moaned loudly, your fingers sinking into his back.  Heisenberg’s mouth worshipped your breasts, kissing every inch of flesh.

“Karl, I’m so fucking wet…” you moaned, looking down at his tongue sliding circles around a nipple.  His gaze looked up at you and with a smile, he bit down, making you shout.

“Good,” he said, “because my next present is to bury my face in your cunt and not resurface until I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made you cum…”

Your eyes widened as he unzipped your jeans and hooked his fingers into them and your panties.  He pulled them down your legs, stopping only to remove your shoes and socks.  You sat up on your elbows, your chest rising and falling quickly, as Heisenberg ripped the remainder of your clothes from your body and let them fall to the floor.

You crawled backwards on the bed, but were halted by his hand wrapping around your ankle.  He swiftly spread your thighs, locked eyes with yours, and with a mischievous grin, dove into your pussy.

His tongue licked at your opening, lapping your wetness into his mouth.  His hands moved underneath both legs and gripped both thighs, holding you wide open.  Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned loudly.  Using momentum from your elbows, you pushed into his face, meeting his eager tongue.

“Oh fuck, Karl!” you squealed, watching his mouth do unspeakable things to your cunt, all while his dark and dangerous eyes stayed on your face.  You bit down on your lower lip, never taking your gaze off of his.  “Don’t stop…oh god, your mouth feels so good on my pussy…please, Karl…”

He growled as his lips clamped down on your clit, sucking wildly.  An obscene shout tore from your throat as his mouth made that familiar euphoria rise through your body.  Your thighs trembled on either side of his face as you bucked your hips.  Still keeping his eyes on you, he flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit, his cock rock hard at how loud you yelled, the ecstasy painted across your face.

“I’m gonna cum, Karl…oh fuck, I’m almost there…” you panted, moving your right hand to fist his hair.  He moaned loudly as he sucked you harder.  Your orgasm was ferocious when it broke the surface unexpectedly.  You screamed Heisenberg’s name, grinding against his face as he prolonged your release with his consummate mouth.  Your heart hammered in your chest as your orgasm relented onward, showing no signs of ending.

“KARL…KARL…OH GOD I CAN’T STOP CUMMING!!” you screamed, falling back onto the bed.  Both of your hands went to his head, holding tight in his hair as your hips continued to buck against his face.  His left arm went across your hips and held you down as his right hand moved downwards and into his pants.

You looked down and saw Heisenberg pull his dick out and begin jerking off roughly.  Your pupils were blown and you were so far gone from any polite manners or niceties.  “Fuck me, Karl…put your cock inside of me…cum inside of me…”

Heisenberg shook his head as he continued sucking your swollen clit.  “Oh, no, pussycat…” he panted once he tore his mouth from you, “...I told you that I’m gonna eat this pussy until you can’t remember your name…but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna get off as well…” And with that, his mouth was back on your cunt, licking, kissing, and sucking you as he beat off.

You growled in frustration and pleasure as you fell back amongst the pillows, arching and writhing on the bed.  Heisenberg’s amazing mouth devoured you and drank down your wetness.  Your hips bucked as a thin sheen of sweat broke out across your skin.

Heisenberg made you cum two more times before you thought you would pass out from overstimulation.  You tried pulling at his hair, but he was too strong, his mouth never leaving your pussy.  You tried crawling backwards and bucking him off you, but he kept a firm grip on your hips.  It was quite impressive how one arm was slung over your body and could keep you immobile while he continued to jerk off.

“KARL!” you squealed, running your fingers through your own hair, “OH FUCK I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!! I’M SO SENSITIVE!  I’M GONNA PASS OUT! KARL, PLEASE!!!” He laughed loudly against you, his tongue licking back and forth between your pussy lips.

“Well…” he grinned, looking up at you, “...I guess I can give you a few moments of rest…seeing as it’s your birthday and all…give me one more orgasm, doll face…”

Your body trembled and you moaned in frustration as Heisenberg’s mouth continued with the exquisite torture.  He fisted his cock and thrusted his hips into his hand, waiting for you to cum before he shot his load into the sheets.  The way you bowed up against his face and writhed on his bed was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his long life and he was seconds from cumming.

He licked your clit thoroughly, watching as your mouth dropped open.  “I’m almost there…oh fuck, Karl…I’m almost there…cum with me….cum with me….OOOOH GOD KARL FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” Your body shook with a mind numbing orgasm just as Heisenberg roared against your pussy, his cum shooting onto the bed.

Both of you struggled to catch your breath.  Heisenberg rested his head against your inner thigh, chuckling to himself.  You were beyond exhausted, your head on your pillow as your chest rose and fell.

“That was…oh wow…” you marveled.  Heisenberg smiled and laid a kiss on your thigh before crawling up your body.  He wrapped his arms around you and rolled you both onto your sides, the both of you face to face.  He kissed you deeply, taking your breath away once again.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes to rest, birthday girl,” Heisenberg whispered, “and then I’m back down there…”

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 15 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 15

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, Salvatore Moreau

Rating: PG-13 for language

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect you inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter 15

You awoke with the urgent need to pee.  The room was pitch black, the fire in the hearth burning out hours ago.  You couldn’t see anything.  You were incredibly sleepy and could have very easily fallen back asleep, but the need to use the facilities outweighed your slumber.

Heisenberg spooned you, his arms wrapped tight around your body, holding you close. You smiled at the feel of his breath on the top of your head.  He was sleeping soundly and you knew he needed his sleep.  The feel of his naked body against yours was so comforting and you didn’t want to bother him, but you really had to go.

Trying hard not to wake him, you slowly started to pry his arms from around your body.  Heisenberg moaned and pulled you closer to him.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

“I have to pee,” you said.  His soft moan of disapproval made your heart clench.  He begrudgingly let you go and you sat up, moving your feet to the floor.  “Come back soon,” he whispered, rolling onto his back.  He slung one arm across his eyes as the other lay on his stomach.

You stood to your feet and blindly walked naked towards the door.  You knew there wasn’t any furniture between the bed and the door, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t run into anything.  The door was closed and you could hear the faint noises of the factory on the other side.  You held your hands out in front of you and made your way towards the noise.

You sucked in a pained gasp when your toe hit the edge of the kitchen area.  “Ow, fuck!!” you cried out, “fuck fuck fuck fuck!!”  You hopped on your uninjured foot as you grabbed your stubbed toe, whining and cursing.

“What was that?  What happened?” Heisenberg asked from the bed.

“I stubbed my fucking toe!” you whimpered, squeezing your toes in one hand with your other hand pressed to the counter top.  He was quiet for a moment before laughing.  “Shut up,” you grumbled at him.  You felt along the wall and found the door knob, opening it wide.

The lights from the hallway were a welcomed sight as you went into the bathroom.  You closed the door, locked it, and relieved yourself.  Flushing the toilet, you walked to the sink and washed your hands, looking at your reflection in the mirror.  Your hair was a mess.  You looked down at your hips and thighs and noticed a peppering of bruises and bite marks.  Your muscles were starting to feel sore and achy.  It made you smile.

In between naps and cuddles, you and Heisenberg had done nothing but stay in bed and fucked for the last several hours.  He was insatiable.  His hands and mouth had touched and explored every inch of your body.  You two had made each other cum over and over again.  Finally, after reaching a point of exhaustion, he pulled you to him and the both of you passed out.

You turned off the bathroom light and went back to the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.  With the little amount of light spilling in, you were able to find your way back to the bed.

You slid under the covers and into Heisenberg’s waiting arms.  “How’s your toe?” he asked, pulling you close and kissing your forehead.  You rested your head on his chest, placing your hand on his stomach.  “It’s fine,” you murmured.

“Sorry I laughed,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice.  You growled softly and cuddled deeper into his arms.

*

When the two of you awoke in the morning, Heisenberg made breakfast...eggs and bacon again.  You poured yourself a mug of coffee from the small pot Heisenberg had on the back of the stove.  It wasn’t as good as the coffee you were used to from back home, but you cut him some slack...after all, you doubted the Duke had various flavors of coffee available to buy from his carriage.

Heisenberg found another chair in a room down the hall and pulled it into his quarters so that you and he could sit next to each other while eating.  After years of him living alone, he only needed one chair in his room.  But you were with him now and he wanted to make accommodations for you.

Heisenberg brought two plates to the table, setting one in front of you and the other for him.

“I thought you didn’t eat breakfast,” you asked as you picked up your fork.

“Usually I don’t,” he responded, “but as of late, I’ve worked up quite an appetite…”

You snorted and clamped your hand over your mouth to keep food from flying everywhere.  Heisenberg laughed as he chomped on a strip of bacon.

The two of you ate in silence, Heisenberg stealing glances at you from time to time.  He watched as you pulled one leg up to the chair and let the other hang over it.  He studied your eating habits as you went from a forkful of eggs to a strip of bacon and ending with a mouthful of coffee.  It had been a long time since he had someone share his living quarters…

He quickly shook those thoughts away.  It had been years since he last thought of them and he didn’t want to be reminded.

“So,” you said, pulling Heisenberg out of his thoughts, “I wanted to do something today…”

“Really?” he questioned, arching his brow, “and what might that be?”

You rolled your eyes.  “Knock it off, pervert,” you muttered, “I want to see Salvatore.”

“No fucking way,” Heisenberg said bluntly, lifting his mug of coffee to his mouth.

“I want to give him something,” you said, turning your body to face him, “the bracelet I got from the Duke...I want to give it to Salvatore.  To show him that everything is okay and that I’m not mad at him…”

Heisenberg shook his head, placing the mug down.  “Everything is not okay.  You could have died, Y/N.  If I wasn’t in the area and hadn’t heard your screams…”

“This isn’t up to you,” you said defiantly, “I want to go see him and I’ll go with or without you.”

Heisenberg laughed loudly, tossing his head back.  “Are you getting tough with me, pussycat?  You think I would let you go there alone after all I’ve told you about this place?  You know, I could go back to chaining you to my bed and locking the door…”

You met his amused eyes with a serious look.  “Please, Karl,” you implored, “we don’t have to stay long.  Come with me, let me give him the bracelet, and then we can leave…”  You put your hand on his arm, squeezing it slowly.  “I’ll make it up to you…”

He looked from your hand on his arm and up to your mischievous eyes.  “Anything, dollface?”

Your heart skipped a beat momentarily at his words.  Oh fuck, you thought, what depraved possibilities could be spinning in his head right now?  What have I gotten myself into?  But you swallowed your tongue and simply nodded.

“Fine,” he said, “we’ll go in an hour…”

*

The ramshackled building that Moreau lived in hovered yards ahead as you and Heisenberg walked closer.  The sun peeked out occasionally through thick clouds.  There was a brisk chill in the air as you shoved your hands in the pockets of the oversized coat you found in the plane wreckage.  You had spot cleaned it in Heisenberg’s tub the day before, scrubbing the slobber and blood that the lycans had gotten on it your first day in the village.

Heisenberg huffed under his breath as you reached the wooden door, slinging his large hammer around and propping it up against the wall.  “Smells like rotten fish,” he mumbled, “which means my brother is home…”

You shot him a glare.  “Do you think you could not be so rude to him?  He is your brother.”

“Not by blood,” Heisenberg shot back.  You shook your head as you pushed the door open.

“Salvatore?” you called out, “it’s Y/N and Heisenberg!  Are you here?!”

It was quiet for a moment.  You could hear the soft sloshing of the water in the reservoir.  A clock ticked by somewhere.  Birds flapped their wings and flew up towards the ceiling and in and out of small openings in the roof.

“Salvatore?” you called out again.

“MOREAU!” Heisenberg yelled loudly, making you jump out of your skin, “where the fuck are you???”

“Jesus,” you breathed, your hand at your chest, “you scared me to death!”  He simply shrugged as you heard shuffling from down a hallway.

“K-Karl?” Moreau called out, “...what are yo-you doing here?”  He turned the corner and saw the two of you standing there.  “Oh!  Y/N!  Oh ho, how are you??  I thought you were m-m-mad at me…”

You smiled and came forward, reaching both of your hands to him.  “No, Salvatore, I’m not mad!  It was just a crazy ordeal that got out of hand and I wanted to let you know...”

Moreau looked down at your outstretched hands and hesitantly lifted his.  He was very slow at placing his hands in yours for fear that you didn’t want him to touch you.  He was used to people over the years being afraid of him, calling him a freak, and picking on him.  It still felt recent, but it had been close to thirty years ago, when local children would see him walking through the village and pelt him with pebbles and rocks.  They would call him names, plug up their noses, and jeer at how much he stunk.  Unless he was beckoned by Mother Miranda, he stayed in the reservoir from then on out.  He would get his revenge a time or two when some of the bullies would jump in the water for a swim.  He would quietly slip under the surface of the water, turn into his huge, monstrous self, and rip them to shreds.  It was one of the few times he recalled ever being truly happy and justified.

You smiled at him and gave his hands a soft squeeze.  They were slimy and felt unusual, but you didn’t say anything; you would wash your hands later.  “I got something for you...just to let you know there aren’t any hard feelings…”  You released his hands and went for your jeans pocket, pulling out the carnelian bracelet.  “I got it from the Duke.  It’s a carnelian crystal.  It represents joy, friendship, and togetherness.  It made me think of you.”

Moreau looked down at the bracelet you extended towards him.  His eyes took in the red crystal.  His mouth opened and his jaw trembled.  “This...is fo-for me?  A present for me?” he asked.  You smiled and nodded.  A low sound that could only be described as the beginnings of weeping formed in his mouth.  You let it hang from your fingertips as Moreau closed his hand around it.  “Thank you,” he said happily, “oh, thank you, Y/N!  This is the best gi-gift I have ever gotten!”  He looked joyful and happy before his body began to jerk.  With a sudden loud gag, he turned away quickly and vomited green fluids on the floor.

“Ugh!” Heisenberg muttered under his breath.  You turned and shot him a warning glare.

“It’s okay, Salvatore,” you assured, turning back to him.

Moreau wiped his mouth with his other hand, looking at you.  “Sorry,” he apologized, “it happens sometimes…”

Heisenberg clapped his hands together once as if everything had corrected itself and they were all good to go.  “Well, brother,” he announced, “it’s always nice to see you.  Don’t be a stranger, don’t forget to write, you know...all that jazz…”

“Thank you, Heisenberg, for coming to visit,” Moreau said, “and thank you for bringing me the fish and cheeses last week.  They we-were very good…”

You slowly looked up at Heisenberg with an amused look, as if to say “oh, what a nice thing for you to do for your brother…”  He looked at you for a split second before turning away and mumbling “you’re welcome.”  You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips.  Heisenberg could try all he might, but there was goodness inside of him...he didn’t show it a lot, but it was there.

With a short grunt, he looked down at the floor to his left and found a scrap of metal that looked to have fallen from the ceiling.  He reached down and picked it up quickly, showing it to his brother.  “Yeah, well...I’m taking this!” Heisenberg announced, turning around and stomping out of the reservoir building.

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing.  Turning back to Moreau, you bid him goodbye and promised that you would come see him again soon.

You jogged out of the building as Heisenberg grabbed his hammer and slung it over his shoulder, the metal scrap dragging behind him in the snow.

“How old are you again?” you quipped, walking with him up the path back towards the factory.

“Shut up…” he grumbled.

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 13 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 13

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, the Duke

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (shower sex, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*, creampie)

Summary:  you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 13

The hot water cascaded down your body.  Steam fogged up the windowed walls of the shower stall.  Your eyes were closed and you melted back against Heisenberg’s body as he washed your hair and massaged your scalp.  His fingers felt amazing, kneading and relieving the tension.

He turned you around to face him, cupped your face in his hands, and tilted your head back.  As the water rinsed the suds from your hair, his lips closed over yours, kissing you deeply.  You kept your head under the rush of water as your arms wrapped around his waist, holding his naked body close to yours.  Heisenberg moaned into your mouth and you wanted to devour him.  After hours of fucking, you thought you would have gotten at least a bit of your pent-up arousal out of your system, but you craved him more and more.

Heisenberg kissed down your jaw and neck.  You shivered against him at the feel of his tongue starting at your chest and slowly licking up your neck and back to your mouth.  “Mmmmm fuck...I want to lick every drop of water from your body, Y/N,” Heisenberg murmured against your lips before kissing you.

You needed him again...you were always going to need this man.

“Fuck me, Karl…” you whispered, turning around in his arms, leaning forward, and placing your hands on the windowed wall.

Heisenberg growled as his hands pulled you by your hips.  You felt him against your ass, his slow thrusts sliding his cock between your thighs.  “How the fuck are you doing this to me?” he whispered against your ear, his left hand moving up the front of your body, softly grasping your neck, “I’ve fucked you over and over again...and I can’t get enough.  I want you even more now that I’ve fucked you…”

“I still want you, too,” you said, one hand sliding down the window, making a handprint in the steam, “please, Karl...I’m aching…”  With a gruff curse, he reached down between your legs, angled his cock, and pushed inside of you.

The both of you moaned loudly, the noises echoing in the shower stall.  Heisenberg’s fingers tightened on your neck as his hips moved against you.  The wet slap of skin against skin joined the echoes.  

Heisenberg’s lips kissed and licked along your ear as he grunted and growled.  Goosebumps rose on your skin as the feel of his cock caressed back and forth along your G-spot.  The soothing pleasure of the hot water relaxed you as he pushed deeper inside of you.  He stretched you open and the feeling was exquisite.  You never wanted to be without his hands on you and his body pressed to yours.

His left hand stayed at your neck, holding you against him as his right hand moved around to your clit, trapping it under his index and middle fingers.

“Karl…” you moaned loudly, pushing back into his increasing thrusts.  Heisenberg fucked you like a madman, so desperate to cum inside of you and to feel you cum around his cock.

“Oh my god...Y/N...cum...I want you to cum…” he ordered, holding you tight between his body and his hand.  You wriggled and moved helplessly, chasing the orgasm that he wanted to give to you.  

You rested your head against his shoulder and cried out as you toppled over the edge.  Your orgasm was intense and fierce, quickly giving way to overpowering as your clit became hypersensitive.  Heisenberg’s teeth sunk into the soft, wet skin of your shoulder as he emptied himself inside of you.  The muffled moans seemed to slip into your skin and nestle deep into your soul.  His arms wrapped tight around you, holding you close, unable to let you go.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum…” Heisenberg murmured.

Once the two of you caught your breath, you continued your shower.  He shampooed his hair as you took a washcloth and soap and washed his body.  You took your time, washing every inch of his body, ogling his taut limbs and strong frame.  He chuckled as he caught you gazing at him and squeezing his flesh.

“Struck by a vision?” he asked, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m just admiring the view,” you quipped, reaching around to lightly pinch his ass.  He laughed heartily as he washed the suds from his hair.

Then it was his turn to wash you.  His hands worked the soap into a lather as he cleaned your body, taking his time to grope you and massage your achy muscles.  Having sex consistently for hours was bound to make anyone sore.  He moved behind you and reached around to wash your breasts, thoroughly massaging them and pinching your nipples.  Arousal pulsed in your cunt, but you had to focus.  The Duke would be outside the factory shortly and you thought it rude to keep him waiting.

Heisenberg shut off the shower and opened the stall door, grabbing two towels.  He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off as you took the other towel.  Wrapping it around his waist, he went to the kitchen area, letting you dry yourself off.  You watched him as he made coffee on the stove and cooked a small breakfast.

It was unusual watching this domesticated moment between you and Heisenberg.  In such a short amount of time, the two of you had fallen into this routine...this habit.  You found that you were getting more and more comfortable around him.  He did not arouse feelings of fear, dread, and unease anymore.  It was hard to imagine that just a few days ago, you were fearful of him despite the evident attraction you two felt for one another.  But after the truth came out...and of course the fucking...you felt drawn to him, emotionally as well as physically.

You towel dried your hair and wrapped it around your body as you sifted through your clothing for something warm to wear.

“I still need to wash my dirty clothes,” you reminded Heisenberg, “before long, I won’t have any clean clothes left.”

Heisenberg chuckled as he cooked bacon and fried eggs on the stove.  “If I had my way, pussycat, you would walk around naked all the time…”

You rolled your eyes as he turned his head to you and gave you a naughty wink.  “Dirty old man…” you quipped, a smile toying with your lips.  He laughed and turned back to the food.  You took in his strong back and the towel covering his nakedness from the waist down.  A sudden image of going up behind him and ripping his towel off played in your mind, but once again you had to remind yourself that the Duke was going to be there soon.

You rifled through one of the extra suitcases Heisenberg brought you from the crash and found an oversized long sleeved shirt.  The fabric felt warm and cozy.  You put on your bra and panties before pulling the shirt over your head.  Your favorite pair of jeans completed the look.

Heisenberg placed your plate on the table and you sat and ate quietly as he got dressed.  As tempting as it was to want to turn and watch him take off his towel, you knew that it would only add to your arousal.  Now wasn’t the time.

“Are you going to eat?” you asked as he walked up to the table dressed in his pants and buttoned up shirt.

“No, I only drink coffee in the morning,” he said, reaching for the three items he always wore hanging around his neck.  

“What are those things?” you asked, pointing your fork at them.  Heisenberg took them one by one and showed them to you.

“This is a compass,” he answered, placing it over his head, “this one is a scale of sorts that helps measure metals and steel…”  The last one he held in his hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth over it.  “And this one is a dogtag from the German army.  It belonged to my uncle.  When I was a child, my uncle went AWOL during World War I and escaped here to be with my family.  He died of consumption...what we know now as tuberculosis...four years later.  One day as I was wandering around the village, I came across his old house...hadn’t been lived in since my family died.  I found this as I was rummaging through his things.  I decided to keep it…”

You hung on to his every word.  His eyes looked so sad, mourning the family he had been taken from.  Your heart ached for him.  You cursed Mother Miranda for taking him from his flesh and blood.  Heisenberg acted tough and at times had an air of self-centeredness and a large ego, but he was fragile deep inside.  You wondered if he had ever told anyone else this story.

“You done?” he asked once he snapped out of his reverie.  You took the last strip of bacon and ate it quickly before going to get your socks and sneakers.  Heisenberg put the dogtag around his neck, put his hat on his head, and reached for his trenchcoat.  You tied your shoes as he slid his sunglasses on his face.

You followed him down the hall and down a flight of stairs to the sliding double doors.  He pushed one open and the two of you walked outside.

It was cold and cloudy, but the storm had passed.  Fresh snow coated the ground.  The sporadic pieces of metal, old factory parts, and an old beat-up car jutted up from the earth with a small amount of snow covering them.  You looked down the pathway and saw the Duke sitting in the back of his cart in the exact same place where you had first met him.

The Duke smiled as you and Heisenberg approached his carriage, him puffing on his cigar.  “It is good to see you again, Y/N,” he greeted.

“It’s good to see you as well, Duke,” you said.  Heisenberg immediately started rifling through the supplies the Duke had lying around his cart.  He wasn’t one for small talk.

You looked around the carriage for the horse.  “I love your horse, Duke.  What’s its name?”

“Her name is Raven,” the Duke answered, “I think she’s taken quite a liking to you since she saw you last.  Call it my expert intuition, but her demeanor changed for the better after she spent some time with you…”

You chuckled softly as you started to walk towards the front, but stopped.  “Karl,” you said, turning to him, “I’m going to pet the horse, not run off.  Just want you to know so you don’t have a heart attack…”

Heisenberg mumbled as he sifted through the wares.  “Yeah, yeah, keep it up, dollface…” he muttered, not acting in the least bit troubled by your witty repartee.  You laughed and walked to Raven, slowly placing your hand on her hip.

“Hey, Raven,” you whispered soothingly, “it’s Y/N.  I missed you…”

The horse turned her head in your direction and let out a huff through her nostrils.  You ran your hand along her body and up her neck.  Raven slowly placed her nose on your shoulder and nuzzled your face, to which you giggled.  You spent a good amount of time giving her lots of rubs and pets.  You didn’t think of yourself as a horse whisperer, but it was as if you could feel Raven’s admiration of you and it made your heart swell.

“I’ll see you again, I hope,” you said, giving her another pet before walking back to Heisenberg and the Duke.

Your gaze fell on a small array of crystals that hung from necklaces and bracelets.  The crystals were different sizes, shapes, and colors.  Some were jagged and rough while others were smooth to the touch.  A small bracelet sat off to the side with a reddish crystal the size of a grape.  You picked it up and admired it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the Duke said, turning his attention towards you.

“It is,” you marveled, “what kind of crystal is it?”

“Well...that looks to be a carnelian,” he answered, “carnelians bring joy and friendship...and family togetherness.  It is a stone of happiness, it represents bringing things and people together…”

You smiled as you studied the bracelet.  Friendship.  Family.  You knew exactly who you wanted to have this.

“How much?” you asked.  Heisenberg had been loading his purchases into his sack and stopped to look at you.  “I don’t have much and all I have is in American currency, but I can run back to get my wallet…”

“It’s on the house, my sweet,” the Duke said, smiling down at you.

“Oh no, please, let me give you something…” you spoke, but the Duke held his hand up as if the matter was closed.

“Please, Y/N, your money's no good here…” he said.  You gave him a smile and thanked him, putting the bracelet in your pocket.

“I’ll need more cigars in a couple weeks,” Heisenberg spoke up, slinging the sack over his shoulder.

“Of course!  And I’ll inquire about those tools, cogs, and copper wire that you need.  I saw some items a few towns over...I should have them in a few weeks,” the Duke said.

“Good.  Thank you,” Heisenberg said, turning and walking back to the factory.

“It was good seeing you again, Duke,” you said, waving goodbye as you jogged to Heisenberg.

“And you as well, darling,” he returned, moving his hand as if he were tipping an imaginary cap to you.  You caught up with Heisenberg and looped your arm under his, placing your hand on his bicep.  He looked down at your hand on him, then up at your face.  You had your gaze forward on a mist of clouds hovering above the mountains, not seeing the soft smile that played on Heisenberg’s mouth as he continued walking up the pathway towards the factory.

The Duke smiled as he watched the endearing moment.

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 4 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Here’s chapter 4!!  I hope y'all enjoy it!

Title: Succession Chapter 4

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: PG-13 for language (possible kidnapping trigger warning) this is a slow burn; it will get very smutty and spicy later on!

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter 4

The factory was not a cozy place.  The air was stifling and steam rose sporadically from slits in the walls.  It was a dark place with sparse light bulbs overhead guiding the way down the halls.  Some of the bulbs hung busted and dark.  Red lights sat over doorways to show where the exits were or pointing towards the direction of the nearest exit.

You remembered the various turns and doorways so you could easily escape if and when you were given the chance.

Heisenberg kept his grip on your arm tight as he pulled you down the hallway towards his living quarters.  He lifted the cigar in his other hand up to his lips, taking a deep puff.  You walked through the smoke as he exhaled, unable to stop yourself from enjoying the smell.  He stopped before a door at the end of the hall.

“Here we are,” Heisenberg announced, turning the knob to the door.  He pushed it open and took a step back, releasing your arm, and allowing you to be the first to step inside.  You stood there and gave him a stoic glare.

“Come on...in you go,” he said, his arm coming around behind you and his firm hand connecting to your ass.

“Ouch!” you yelped as the force of the spank pushed you over the threshold.

His living quarters were surprising.  In a massive building where everything seemed cold and hard, this room was quite cozy.  It was a large room, twice the size of the room he had you locked away in.  It was warm due to the small fireplace against the wall.  A tiny kitchen area was directly to the right with a sink, countertop, and a stove with an oven on top.  Against the far wall was a queen size metal bed with headboard and footboard.  Both ends had vertical metal railings.  A small nightstand sat next to the bed with a lamp and two books on top.  On the other side of  the bed was a large dresser with six drawers.  Next to that stood a large bathtub along with  a full standing shower with head to toe glass walls.  You looked to the left and saw a large table that acted as both a dining room and a desk.  Papers lay strewn across it along with a dirty plate, dirty mug, and an ashtray..

“This is where you’ll stay...with me…” Heisenberg said, closing and locking the door behind him.  You watched as he locked it with a key that he put in his pants pocket.  Damn, you thought, no chance getting out without the key.

“And where will I sleep?” you asked...but you dreaded the answer.

“In the bed,” he answered as if you had asked him the stupidest question he had ever heard.  You scoffed.  

“And where will you sleep?” you asked, dreading that answer even more.

“In...the...bed…” he said, getting closer behind you.  He leaned in and inhaled the scent of your hair.  

“I am not sleeping in the bed with you!” you firmly stated, turning around to face him head on.

“Well, it’s either in the bed or on the hard floor,” he shrugged, going to his desk and rummaging around the papers with his cigar hanging from his mouth.  You looked down at the floor and grimaced.  It did not look like it had been swept or cleaned in a very long time.  

“You think I’m going to willingly sleep in that bed with you?” you asked in amazement, “what if I try to escape while you sleep?  Or what if I try to kill you in your sleep?”

Heisenberg looked at you and let out a loud laugh before walking to the bed.  “You truly are a little spitfire, aren’t you?”  He bent over the headboard and picked up a long chain with a vice-like contraption that looked like handcuffs.  You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Do you do this to all the women you bring back here?” you quipped, finding yourself getting more brazen with your words.

“Haven’t had any complaints before,” Heisenberg joked, letting them fall loudly to the floor.

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, going towards the table.  A drawing was facing up and it looked like sketches of some kind of person.  You walked over, your curiosity spiked.  As you reached for the paper and the stack of papers beneath it, the dirty plate and mug slid across the table and fell on top of the picture.  You yelped and jumped back, turning around towards Heisenberg.  His left hand was extended towards the table, his fingers curved as if reaching for something.  You looked between him and the plate and mug.

“How are you doing that???” you asked in disbelief, remembering how he seemingly moved the cot telepathically in the other room to stop you from escaping.  Heisenberg chuckled and lowered his arm.

“Y/N, you are in a place that defies any laws of physics, genetics, science, or biology....” he said as he shrugged his trenchcoat off his shoulders.  He went to the chair next to the table and draped his coat across the back.  “I know you are afraid, you are in shock after the crash, and you think I have brought you here to do God only knows what to you...but trust me when I say that this factory is the safest place for you.  You have no idea how dangerous it is in the village…”

“And you’re not dangerous?  You literally have a giant wheel and conveyor belt full of bodies rotating out there!”

Heisenberg laughed as he sat down on the chair.  He rested his elbow on the table and took another drag off his cigar.  “Don’t comment on something you know nothing about,” he murmured, “now, I think you should relax and rest your weary head.  I’m sure surviving the crash has left you a bit shaken…”

You shook your head defiantly.  “No...no, I need to call for help!  I was on my way to Moldova...I need to inform them that I’m still alive!  There has to be a rescue crew searching for the wreckage...please let me go!  Let me call someone!”

Heisenberg continued to smoke his cigar, studying you as you began to panic.  “Calm down, doll face,” he said, putting his cigar out in the ashtray, “look...this place isn’t on any map.  We are surrounded by mountains, and the only person who comes through here is the Duke when he sells supplies and his wares.”

“The Duke?” you asked, “well...when will he come around again?  Could I get a ride with him to the next town and call for help?  Or the castle...that Moreau guy said there was a telephone in the castle…”

“You are not stepping one foot out of this place, Y/N, and that is final!” Heisenberg roared, standing to his feet.  He took three steps forward, ripping off his sunglasses, and looked down at you.  His sudden burst of anger scared you, but something about his eyes made you go still.  Yes, they held menace and were threatening...but...it was like he wanted to protect you from something.  A tiny glint showed in his gaze as he looked from your eyes to your mouth and back again.  You felt your throat go dry and your heart beat increase.  You glanced at his mouth and back to his eyes.  A soft stirring formed in the pit of your stomach.

Heisenberg put his sunglasses back on and walked towards the table.  He cleared his throat and shuffled his papers.  Gathering every piece of paper in a pile, he turned back to you.  “Your full name is Y/N, right?” he spoke gruffly.

You took steps backwards and sat down on the bed, still shaken by his gaze and closeness.  “Yes,” you murmured softly.  Heisenberg picked up a pencil and wrote your name on the top paper in the stack.

“I’ll go to the wreckage and see if I can find whatever is left of yours amongst the cargo...maybe a few other suitcases that you might be able to use.  In the meantime,” he said, walking to his dresser, “here is an old shirt of mine.  Your clothes are covered in dirt and blood…”

You looked down at your clothes and saw that he was right.  With all the hell you went through, you didn’t stop to look at how your clothes were riddled with dirt, snow, and blood (both from you and from when the lycans drooled over you.)

He pulled an oversized beige shirt with three buttons at the neckline.  He held the shirt out to you and you took it from his grasp.  “Thank you,” you whispered.

Heisenberg walked to the door and retrieved his key from his pocket.  “You can get water from the tap.  There are some books on the table and on the dresser...they aren’t much, but they’ll pass the time until I get back.”

You watched him as he opened the door, stepped out, and closed the door without another word.  You continued to sit on the edge of the bed, his shirt in your hand, and your thighs pressed tightly together.

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 14 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 14

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (blowjob, cunnilingus, squirting)

Summary:  you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 14

You walked into Heisenberg’s living quarters and went straight to his bed.  With a soft oomph, you fell forward and pressed your face into the sheets.

Exhaustion hit you suddenly as you and Heisenberg re-entered the factory after shopping for supplies from the Duke.  You and he hadn’t slept much, for obvious reasons.  You couldn’t keep your hands off him.  The sex was astounding and in the short span of time you two spent in bed, Heisenberg quickly learned all of the ways to make you scream.  Other than the six hours you had slept next to him, the rest of the time was spent making each other cum.

Heisenberg smirked as he entered his room, placing the sack of items on the table.  “Are you tired?” he asked, pulling out the few pounds of meat he purchased, taking it to the refrigerator.

“I’m so tired,” you moaned, rolling onto your back.  You looked up at the ceiling as you kicked off your shoes.  “Aren’t you tired?  I don’t think I’ve seen you sleep since...well, since…”

“...since we started fucking?” Heisenberg finished your sentence with his crass spin on it.  You and he laughed simultaneously.

“I think I’m gonna take a nap.  Care to join me?” you asked.  You sat up on your elbows and watched as he put away a few more items throughout his room.

“You go ahead.  I’m going to take the rest of my things downstairs and do some work for a few hours…”

His response disappointed you.  You had hoped to fall into a deep sleep with his strong arms holding you close.  “Okay,” you said, dejected.

Heisenberg noticed your change in tone and turned his head to you.  You stood from the bed and unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, taking them off.  The familiar stirring was in his cock and for the briefest of moments, he thought of putting his work off for another day and spending the entire day in bed with you again.  But he was close to a breakthrough in his lab.  

He walked to you and cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head so you could look up at him.  “Two to three hours at the most,” he promised, “and then I’m all yours…”

You smiled, nodded, and pushed up on your tiptoes to kiss him.  His lips pressed to yours in a long, searing kiss.  You grabbed his trenchcoat and pulled him closer.  Feeling mischievous and knowing you could drive him wild, you let out a soft and pleading moan as your arms wrapped around him, pressing your tits against his chest.  Your tongue pushed into his mouth and slid against his.  You moaned again and rolled your hips against his cock.  He pulled his mouth away and looked down at the playful glint in your eyes.

“Mmmmm you don’t play fair…” Heisenberg growled against your lips.  You giggled and went back to the bed, pulling the sheets back and sliding underneath.

*

As soon as Heisenberg left, you fell fast asleep.  He left the door open a crack, much to your amazement.  He must be so sure of himself and his ability to dick you down that he knew you wouldn’t dare go anywhere.  But if you were being honest, him leaving the door open showed you that he trusted you and that he didn’t want to keep you cooped up in his room for hours on end.  It made you happy.

You awoke to the sound of Heisenberg’s footsteps coming down the hallway.  Stretching languidly, you turned towards his nightstand and saw that it had been a little under three hours since he had left.  You had slept the entire time.

Letting out a moan as you stretched, you looked towards the door just in time to see Heisenberg slowly push it open.  His eyes fell on you in his bed, looking relaxed and beautiful.  He took the moment to lean against the doorway and take you in.  The oversized shirt that you had worn earlier was still on, the sheets up to your waist, and your head resting on one of his pillows.  You looked sleepy drunk and peaceful.  A soft smile was on your face as your hands rested on the pillow.  You looked mesmerizing.  Heisenberg’s heart caught in his chest....a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He pulled his leather gloves off and dropped them on the kitchen counter before walking into the room and slowly making his way towards you.  The look on his face said it all and it went straight between your legs like a lightning bolt.

You pulled the covers back and sat up on the side of the bed, putting your feet flat on the floor.  He stopped before you, looking down at your face.  You watched as he slowly took his sunglasses and hat off and placed them on the nightstand.

“Did you sleep?” he asked, taking his fingers and caressing them down your jawline.

“Mmmm hmmmm…” you moaned, pressing your hands to the bed, keeping your head tilted upwards, never tearing your eyes from his.  His touch gave you goosebumps and you shivered when Heisenberg took his thumb and ran it across your lower lip.  His eyes were soft and searching, taking in every facial feature.  In his eyes, you were fucking breathtaking.  Your gaze could bring him to his knees.  Your lips felt incredible against his lips.  He would roam around the world twice for you and burn entire cities to the ground if anyone took you from him.  This is why he would make sure that Mother Miranda never found you hiding in his factory.  You were too valuable to him.

His gaze on your lips was so intense, he didn’t notice when you lifted your hands to his belt and started to undo it.  Looking down, he watched as you peeled the belt back and started to unbutton and unzip his pants.

“Y/N…” he whispered, swallowing hard.

You didn’t respond as you pushed his pants down far enough to release his cock.  Pre-cum stemmed from the tip and you leaned forward to lick it off with your tongue.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned, his right hand moving to your hair.  His fingers combed through your tresses as you looked up, fusing your gaze with his, and took the tip of his dick into your mouth.

Heisenberg’s mouth dropped open and he tilted his head back.  His moan hit your ears as your tongue slid around and around the head.  You watched with wonder as this tall, strong man took immense pleasure in your mouth.  He moaned over and over and it made your blood pulse between your legs.  The power you felt and the pleasure that you could bestow to him was addicting.

You slowly bobbed your mouth back and forth, taking more of him towards the back of your throat.

“Y/N...fuck...don’t stop...keep doing that...just like that…” he groaned, looking back down at you.  His hand dug into your scalp as you moaned around his dick.  The two of you kept your eyes on each other.  You pulled his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop and lifted it in your hand, taking your tongue and licking from the base up to the underside of the head.

At the feel of your tongue lightly tickling the sensitive area on the underside, Heisenberg cursed loudly, his mouth open and his brow furrowed.  You left soft kisses up and down his length, going back to the head and licking the beads of pre-cum that dribbled downwards.

Heisenberg would have sold his soul to you in that moment.  Your mouth was exquisite and talented.  When you took him back in your mouth, he growled loudly and began to thrust his hips forward.  You relaxed your throat, placing your hands on his hips, and let him take control.

Tears stung your eyes as he slowly fucked your mouth.  He moaned your name and showered you with praises.  You were desperate to touch your pussy.  You wanted to squeeze your thighs together for some type of friction.  Watching Heisenberg get himself off with your mouth was a wonderful vision.  You could suck his cock for hours if it meant you could watch him lose control.

“I’m close…” he panted, “...I want...to cum...can I...can I cum in your mouth?”

You didn’t want anything more in that moment than to taste the spurts of cum as it slid down your throat.  You hummed and nodded your head slightly in approval.

As if a switch had been flipped, Heisenberg’s eyes clouded and something dark peered down at you.  Gripping the back of your head, he started thrusting harder, the tip bumping against the back of your throat.  You reminded yourself to relax your throat and breathe through your nose.  You wanted this...you wanted to please him…

“Oh fuck...Y/N...this fucking mouth...it’s gonna be the death of me...oh fuck...fuck…” and with a loud shout, he called your name as he came.  Your fingers gripped his hips, tears spilling down your cheeks, as you swallowed over and over, tasting his salty release.

He pulled his hips back, his cock pulling away from your mouth.  Your tongue licked around your lips and you lifted your hand to wipe away remnants of spit and cum from the edges of your mouth.  You smiled up at him as he pushed himself back in his pants.  His breathing was ragged when he looked back at you.

“God damn, pussycat, you are amazing,” he praised as he moved to his knees in front of you.  Without missing a beat, he went for your panties, pulling them down your legs quickly.  You fell back on the bed with a gasp as Heisenberg put your legs, one after the other, over his shoulders.  Before you could put two and two together, his mouth attacked your pussy.

“Oh fuck, Karl!!” you squealed, looking down at him.  His tongue slid from your opening up to your clit and back again.  He moaned and shoved his tongue inside of you.  His magnetic eyes were focused on yours and it was incredibly erotic.  Heisenberg looking up at you while he tongue fucked your cunt was a vision that you were gonna have to remember the next time you touched yourself.  Pulling his tongue from inside of you, he slowly licked upwards to your clit.

You watched as his talented appendage circled around your sensitive bundle of nerves.  His hands held your hips firmly to the bed.  Your left hand gripped the bed sheet as your right hand went to the back of his head, pulling hard on his hair.

Heisenberg was ferocious, devouring your cunt like he was ravenous.  His lips closed over your clit, sucking hard.  With a helpless whimper, you tossed your head back and shrieked loudly, your hips squirming.  You wanted more, but his tongue flicking your most sensitive area was so overpowering that you felt like you were in flight mode.

“Karl...oh fuck...it’s too much...oh fuck...I’m too sensitive…” you pleaded, but your words fell on deaf ears.  He growled loudly in his throat and continued to suck on your clit.  You screamed and bucked your hips as your legs trembled on either side of his head.

Heisenberg finally tore his mouth from your pussy.  You struggled to catch your breath before he took the index and middle fingers of his right hand and pushed them inside of you.  His left hand replaced his mouth on your clit, rubbing circles hard and fast.

“You dirty little girl…” Heisenberg teased as he looked up your body, “...you think after that fucking incredible blowjob that I wasn’t gonna return the favor?  Oh pussycat...I am gonna make you cum until you are a sopping mess on my bed…”

Your back arched and you gripped the sheets tightly as his fingers brought you closer and closer to the edge.  Your orgasm kept climbing and you knew that if you didn’t cum soon that you were going to pass out.

“Karl...oh god...fuck!” you squealed.  You sat up and pushed your hips forward, desperate for more of his fingers.  He finger fucked you with reckless abandon as his eyes took in your body writhing on his bed.  You lifted your hips and started bucking uncontrollably.  You needed him so badly...you would have done anything just for him to make you cum.

“I could spend forever between your legs, Y/N…” Heisenberg said, his mouth attacking your inner thigh.  His teeth sank into your skin as he growled loudly.  You were close...so fucking close…

“Karl...Karl...Karl...OH FUCK KARL PLEASE!!!!” you screamed as you toppled over the precipice, squirting on his fingers, the clear fluid drenching his buttoned up shirt.  Heisenberg laughed in triumph as you collapsed back on the bed, your chest rising and falling as you shuddered from head to toe.

He continued to rub your clit slowly before you couldn’t take it anymore.  You pushed his hand away and rolled onto your side, absolutely exhausted.  Heisenberg stood to his feet, a satisfied smile on his face, and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor.  He did away with the items around his neck, his undershirt and kicked off his boots as you struggled to catch your breath.

He chuckled as he slid into bed, pulling your back to his front.  “Ssshhhhh...I’ve got you, dollface…” he purred, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.  You relaxed back against him, feeling another wave of tiredness.  

Before long you were asleep in his arms.  He held you close, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, before slowly slipping into unconsciousness.